Awakening

The whisper came at midnight
from lips that should not speak
it caused my heart to flutter
and made my knees grow weak

The pallor of her countenance
revealed that she was dead
how then could she form the words
that rang within my head?

Standing by the bedside
I stretched a trembling hand
seeking to discern some truth
my brain could understand

Her limbs were stiff with rigor
her bosom did not rise
circles dark and sinister
surrounded both her eyes

But then those eyes popped open
those limbs began to flail
and from the very depths of hell
my love began to wail

She leaped up from her death-bed
and struck me to the floor
my ears heard one last scream of rage
and then they heard no more

C.  Lon R.  Bruso