A Visit at Midnight
The stairs softly protest.
The skull at the top grins, as if death is great fun
And not a gray winter beach.
I swing the ring in its mouth.
He rewards with a clatter, even.
She denies with silence.
A soft word turns between us
From across the heavy barrier.
A soft touch of breath
From under the crack near the floor,
A soft sentiment breaks the seal,
And golden light blows open the door.
Her painful smile sung so near.
As I stepped inside, she disappeared.