The darkness morn of recall
tapping at the window as branches
arm, that screeching squall,
only the chill has lagged of alarm.
Sounds creak from the cherry wood
as a cricket comfort himself with an utter,
and a wind start is morn upon the hood.
A precense upon the room felt all of stutter.
Felt the breath of cat's mutation,
laying oh so still, yet death's desperation
ran cold on its heart acute.
The blackness approaching; its dreadful dispute.
The web lingers along the fireplace
as the veil of chill marrowed his bone
shaken its pounding replaced.
Await in madness of a beating heart moan.
The spider cunningly grins to
the cats demise of a cold heart.
Clenched the wall at the start
left a vistor chill, near.
Unpercieved the eye that stares appear
the envelope unfolding cut.
The lining dressed in blood from horror
muffled with silence in the green smut.
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