Beware the skeleton key unlocking family lore
Beware the whispers behind closed doors
Beware the secrets on the diary page
Beware the fire fueled with rage
Beware the dark night illuminating your fears
Beware the sorrow that brings no tears
Beware the heart lacking desire
Beware the mind no longer inspired
But, most importantly,
Beware the monsters under your bed
for those are the monsters that live in your head
My nightmare is too sinister
I really shouldn’t share
Do you see my hands trembling?
death is hanging in the air
I won’t’ survive the night
if this story makes the page
I hope you realize my peril
if the monster escapes its cage
Do you hear the chains breaking?
the metal bars have been breached
I know it’s too late to flee
the safest place is out of reach
I must stand and face the monster
use the weapons I’ve designed
warrior and monster are at the ready
this is a battle for my mind
Be forewarned, but not alarmed.
My posts and poetry will take a dark turn over the next few months. The long stormy nights of autumn bring out the “BOO!” in me ~ all things spooky and supernatural!
I’m also reading a sci-fi novel, so I’ll be throwing in some “end times” poetry to keep you on the edge!
I’m allowing my inner artist to run free … and letting my co-conspirator, Aunt Lizzie, out of the closet. She’s harmless. Kinda.
Until the snow flies ~ Beware!
Yours under the Quaking Aspen,
~ Sue, aka Aunt Lizzie
For history on my collaborations with Aunt Lizzie check out the following posts:
The Dead Poet