Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The 12 Days of Creepfest Continues with a Poem

The 12 Days of Creepfest is still running through December 24, 2011. Stop on by and meet some horrific authors and win creepy swag.

Don't forget to enter my contest to win a signed copy of the UK mag, Twisted Tongue, featuring my short story, A Taste of Murder.

My Creepfest gift to you, my faithful reader, is a poem. This is from 1997.

by Nora B. Peevy

A solitary moonbeam
cascades through the looking glass
askew upon the opposite wall.
A figure arises
casting off the spell of slumber.
In the luminescence she is not alone,
Death in her sinister black cloak
perches at the foot of the bed.
She gazes upon the young girl.

Her crimson curtains
unfold around her skin as pale and supple
as that of a rose petal.
They deliver her with a sordid grin
to whatever lies beyond the mirror
askew on the opposite wall.

As she inhales her last breath
a tiny hairline fracture
creeps out like a spider from beneath
the glass.
The walls crumble away,
blackness engulfs the universe,
And she notices
that the looking glass
now hangs upright.
while the wall that upheld it no
longer remains.

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