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.

Azrael
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.