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.