The Chair in the Puddle of Light
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Darkness and shadows suffuse my being,With a lamplight of mellow to keep me in the corner.What treads up the stairs behind me, dear?A creak on the banister,A gibbering snicker of monstrous drooling,An icy breath from the maw of the long-dead,A touch of skittering fingers thatGiggle and crawl across theBare skin of my neck.And h...
