Crimson Orbs Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

Shaken from the deepest slumber
Eyes like saucers staring wild
Midnight storms of rain and thunder
Had never scared me as a child
Yet here a man in darkness shaking
No longer reserved and dignified
The shadows in the corners making
An apparition with searching eyes

I prayed within the darkness to hide
I did not breathe nor dare turn my head
These crimson orbs now burned so bright
Casting reflections upon the brass post bed
What unearthly phantom had landed here?
The clock and all of time had stopped
The ghastly form was all too clear
The eyes from within the well she was dropped