Poetry ~ The Cellar Door

He stares up through my window
from the moonlit glen below.
He knows I’m here, watching there
as the dark sky fills with snow.

He stands adrift, in despair
but he knows I’m hiding here.
Hiding behind the crimson drapes
impatient, longing, knowing he is near.

Of his motives, make no mistake
he knows he’ll find me wide awake
as he slips in through the cellar door
ensuring there is no escape.

I will not fight him, as before
but let him sweep me off the floor.
Let him love me, all the more. 
Let him love me, all the more. 

Poetic form inspired by Robert Frost’s Poem
~ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening