{Alois Trancy}

ڿڰۣ—

It was a day or two

When the haunting night skies blew

Through the open creaking door

Up and down the long corridor

Into the dark daring room

A slightly chipped full moon

Hung just outside the window.

In the drenched bed

Even the tiniest thread

Had a touch of mahogany red

To it.

A sword lay by

Next to a stale piece o' bread of rye

Spiders crawled on the walls in the dark…

A demon hound that would howl and bark

Near the weeping willow tree site

It would scratch, it would bite

If you DARE go near it.

The fresh smell of flesh

Through the rusting mesh

Of the gate fence

Can be tracked for miles and miles.

A blond haired blue-eyed boy

Who was never once coy

His peach dipped eyes

Foreshadowed by failing sunrise

Will never open up to see the beauty of the world

Ever again…

He lay there

In the bed where

Those who loved him have abandoned him.

The dressed-up fancy

Alois Trancy.