Twilight of the night

Woken between the blackness and the twilight of the night,
Not by the knocking at the door but the nudging of the wife.
"Theirs some noise I think I hear"She said.
"Coming from downstairs could you go and see she said sleeply".
As I begrudgingly got out of bed there was a chill upon the air,
The windows began to rattle, An eerie wind was blowing from somewhere. I felt I was looking into my very soul and I found nothing there.
As I held onto the bannister a chill creeps in, As I slowly stepped down those creaking stairs. The tapping was becoming more insistent, The closer that I got. My uncontrollably fear Just
wouldn't stop, Who's there I croaked with a dryness in my throat, maybe its the ferryman come to collect me in his boat.
I asked again who's there as I tried to clear my throat.
My hand reached out my heart was beating harder,
I quickly grabbed the wife's rolling pin, from the kitchens larder.
At the thought off what was at the other side of that door
As I slowly turned the handle would it
be the grim reaper
A fear came across me as never before, No it was
Something more horrible than that the dreaded mother-in-law.






Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-05-27 at 18:12

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anonface The PoetBay support member heart!
Much humour as a twist, superb. But the fear was so palpable as well.
2025-05-30