Black Jack Poem by Lauren Kapusta

The moonlight spawned macabre shadows,
As I walked alone to my home.
The trees were bare and the air nipped.
Wind howled like a tortured ghost.
The moon was jaundiced and looked,
Engorged like Greed.

Yet none of this startled me.
However, I hurried along as I knew,
Of what the shadows could possibly,
Be hiding in their harrowing womb.

My heart ran like a hare when I heard it.
A laugh of twisted and manical air,
Sliced through the evening like a saber.
The darkness around me seemingly sprung,
To life like a tiger engaged in the hunt.

A face lit up everything around me with,
An unholy red radiance.
It resembled a horrifying pumpkin's visage,
That smiled at me mischievously.
The shadow specter was none other,
Than the prince of madness, Black Jack.

With a curious grace, he danced around me,
Laughing softly and chilling my marrow.
I only shut my eyes yet I was all too aware.
Claws gently grazed my paled face.

A hollow sigh sounded and I felt,
His presence leave my side.
I reopened my eyes, seeing he had,
Become one with the inky depths once more...