Her Foreboding Presence

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In the deep hollows of her eyes,
Indeed, the very bones of her face
There sat an evil: a discrepancy that seeded the fear,
That with me I carried; seeing a glimpse of her at eventide
Like the raven blackness of a tomb.

She in me woke the fears that slept.
Somewhere in the vastness of its scary rooms -
Upon this mansion she flaunted;
Inside the very suite I rest
I never really felt at ease

Knowing somewhere inside within
She was waiting to take arms,
And carry the plot laid for me;
In the kitchen cabinet where the knife rest,
She would thrust that steel into me.

And her eyes would fill with laughter,
The kind that spoke of the bane within,
And I would lay at her side
motionless inside my eyes,
With nothing but the somber of everlasting

Filled by nightmares that never end.
For she is the bridesmaid of the raven at the sill,
And he comes fetching to her and lays by her side;
For she is the one with the captive eyes.

And that's where all desires go to die
In the wake of the October night;
Before the moon can spill its ill;
Her shadow will cross that wretched path
Of her upon the wicked broom.

Not of a dream in a fairytale,
But in the real of the waking hours,
When I will cease to resist,
When we will cross each others path,
Where dark and light strife in the abyss.