phantasmagoria

in the middle of a hot summer night,
moon behind the cloud sheds orange light,
dancing fireflies are in a perpetual flight

tired, harried and hungry I arrive alone,
looking for a place to rest my tired bones
midst of nowhere, I see a house of stone

eerie silence permeates the surroundings
the sudden stroke of the clock enhancing
the hush. massive clouds above roaming

like phantoms playing without any care-
within walls, shadows have stillness to share
some unknown force beckons me into that lair

out of nowhere opens up a massive door
my legs giveaway, I fall down on cold floor
all my thoughts are on my body so sore

tentacles of what I know not, hit my heart
sweepingly seeping red fluid break it apart
to carry my deathless body they need a cart