Lady In Black - Poem by P.J. Reed
Lady In Black
She follows me from room to room,
Footsteps echoing in the gloom.
Softly her boots tap up the stair,
Scents of lavender fill the air.
In mirrored reflections, she waits,
Her fractured face just stares and hates.
I catch glimpses of long black dress,
Wrapped tightly in loving caress.
Then vanishes into a mist,
I breathe in the air that she kissed.
Black eyes watch as in bed I lie,
They laugh and tease, I slowly die.
No one believes that she is there,
Just following me everywhere.
I can never be at my rest,
Its' always me and silent guest.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Poems From The Witching Hour, is a result of a year long search for the most exciting and scary modern day poems.
This volume is a collection of verse by a group of poets wrestling against the creatures from the supernatural. It introduces us to an imaginative, dark, anarchic realm where anything is possible... where real life crashes into the imaginary creatures of the night. Meet the hungry vampire, the hookman waiting in the shadows and many more extraordinary creature.
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