An opportunity of murder leads to an opportunity of murder. |
The Revolving Green Door Steps jabber, under weight, shoes floating, levitate. Head crushed, blunt upheaval, Life escaping, something evil. Hands pulled back, in denial, Pretext made, for a trial. Old and suffering, son's fortuity, A light bulb out, an opportunity. Officials hailed, notes are taken, Body not found, must be mistaken. Looked around, consternation, Green door erect, new creation. Non existent, on the perimeter, Awakening memories, something similar. Late at night, desperation, Sleep comes hard, exasperation. Creak of door, tones of moaning, Investigation, undergoing. Mirror on wall, shows more cracks, Age seven decades, curse attacks. Noise gets louder, foot displacement, Slowly moving, to the basement. Clamor behind, apprehends, Sees himself, never ends. Steps jabber, under weight, shoes floating, levitate. |