A Night Of Horror Romance

A Night of Horror Romance

As I trotted along the silent road beneath the silvery moon,

Unaware of the situation that is about to happen to me soon.

The flicking of the streetlights and the cars driving near,

Are the only sounds in the evening that I alone can hear.

But when I thought of nothing more can happen the gates just open wide

To the tower resting on top of the hill, I was in for a wild ride.

Never go in there people say, it’s haunted by something strange,

It would’ve been easy for me to leave but I could use a little change.

To the top of the hill I climbed and standing by the door,

Is something wicked really in there or dangerous far more?

With a flashlight in my hand, and with hinges that creak,

I crept in through the doorway to take a little peak,

There’re cobwebs on every corner, the furniture powdered with dust,

And on the table in the foyer, there is a very gruesome bust.

The portraits on the walls, they all have menacing glares,

Each one all spoke the same thing; out loud they scream “BEWARE!”

The door slammed right behind me, one thing was indeed.

I’ll be trapped in here all night and that is guaranteed.

I shined my light on the chandelier, then at the baroque chair,

I shined it at the curtain dancing in the air.

Leaving the foyer I enter another room,

And now I’m in the kitchen which spells out my doom.

Sharp cold knives dripping with blood stand tall,

With puddles scattered on the floor and handprints stamped on the wall.

The table and chairs are in shambles, while the faucet was bent,

Turning my back out of the kitchen I went.

I found a staircase and went up to another floor,

And right before me at the top was another door.

My hands started quivering, what was inside,

Was it another sight of my death, should I run or hide?

Before I can decide I turn around to see,

A hoard of carnivorous tarantulas scurrying after me,

With barbed wire fangs and ruby red eyes they’re terrible to the least.

Look closely in their scarlet eyes, you can see them chanting, “FEAST!”

One large gulp and I twisted the handle,

The room was empty with not a thing except for one lit candle.

With a breath of relief and nothing else to see I thought I should head back

But as I turned before me stood a man dressed in black.

“My mistress has been waiting,” is he referring to me?

Was his mistress expecting my visit, how could this be?

He took hold of the candle and led me down the hall,

With creaking floors and missing boards I thought I would’ve fall.

At the end of the hall a silhouette with eyes glowing as a cat,

Started to approach us, it flew like a bat.

A gust of wind came in and blew out the light,

Touching my skin was an icy cold sting, a bone chilling fright.

I couldn’t see a thing in front of my face.

When the light had finally returned, the butler was gone without a trace.

The figure was in front of me, I leaped back until I fell in a chair,

Within the moonlight what I saw was a witch with shiny, mauve and blue hair.

My chair started floating until I was inches from the ceiling,

I saw her walking in midair, I had an awkward feeling.

She cast a spell to summon her minions and the floor open with a rip,

One by one they all came out excited for the trip.

A parade they marched surrounding me as they came they weave,

A gruesome cackling monster chain, it’s hard to believe.

There are vampires, ghosts, and banshees and zombies with decaying skin.

Werewolves, skeletons, and even the butler decided to join in.

He had a pumpkin for a head and his lit face pierce the black,

Anymore of this terror and I’ll have a heart attack.

They drew closer and closer with slimy drool and teeth gnashing,

Growling and moaning, roaring and slashing.

One by one they vanish in a cloud of smoke,

Silence filled the room, not a single one of them spoke.

Before I knew it I was wrapped up in a chain, as a boa it acted such

I couldn’t stand this tormenting pain, tighter and tighter, it was too much.

I try to wriggle and squirm myself out of this wreck,

But the chain created a noose and wrapped itself around my neck.

When I open my eyes the pain was gone and I was outside floating in the air.

Was I dead, I don’t know, and how did I get away from there?

Out of the silence I heard a sound of music that I knew.

The witch came from the tower, but I was trapped what could I do?

As I try to move she came to me and whispers in my ear,

“Can you dance to this song,” I wonder is that why she brought me here?

“I’ve seen you dance to this song down there where people cannot see.

I invited you to my tower to ask, will you dance this song with me.”

If that was all she wanted I guess I understand,

The music started going and hesitantly I took her by the hand.

Slowly I led her and teach her how to go

The monsters sat on the roof top waiting for the show.

We became encircled by bats, ravens, and crows

And as we kept going the ring slowly grows.

Faster the music continued and we pick up the pace

Higher and higher we went and I started to notice her face.

There on her face I saw a very pleasant smile,

There was no evil smirk, sinister grin, or grimace of vile.

She is enjoying this; with that look it is easy to tell,

Even I started to enjoy waltzing with her as well.

The music halt and with a glare I saw the peak of the morning sun.

With one small kiss on the cheek and a last “thank you” this evening was done.

One last time I became blinded by a wicked gothic curse,

The monsters have disembarked, the birds have all disperse.

I found myself outside the tower, sitting by the gate,

Was all this a coincidence, or maybe it was fate?

By my side I found something unusual, an unbelievable sight,

A photograph of the lovely witch, with writing that says, “See you tomorrow night.”

Whether or not it was a dream, so ends an exciting thrill.

Should I come back tomorrow and dance with her more? Maybe just maybe I will.