Out Be The Rain Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Out Be The Rain

Out be the rain, the storm, the chill
And here shelter I
And here the thrill!
Black fingers in a white hand
Diluted
I see the crawling feet
And
Creaking doors
And then -
Then the Man in Mantle Black today
The Dracula!

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