The Horror,The Horror

The day was spent and gone, and the night
Had come, bent and worn into a dying dream
Dark was the way of that wicked wight
Who sprinkled dust to deafen my scream
Vicious vampires, ghoulish ghosts
Skimpy skeletons, whimpering whispers
Are the usual and unforgettable hosts
Of my mind’s misery deeply immersed
In a scary house alive with black magic
With weary wits I’ve sought to end
This haunted realm with a rather tragic
Wistful, tormenting and arduous ascend
Of strenuous kind, straining, stretching my arm
To grab a heinous hold and switch off my alarm