by D. C. Haddock
Here’s a little ode to my Edgar Allen Poe heritage. It’s not nearly as majestic or creepy, but it might entertain you for a few seconds.
The Cleansing by Devan Haddock
Last night I saw upon my floor a horrible, gruesome thing
Black and oozing, ghastly, monstrous,
A mass of evil, writhing and pulsating.
As I crept closer, it transformed into a box,
The bile, it melted away,
Through the floorboards, the crevices and cracks,
There it sat, wrought with age and decay.
And as I watched, it began to shake, as though there was something inside it,
This thing, it was desperate, it frantically pounded!
I’ll open it up, I decided.
And so, I bent down to study the old lock, and looked about for a key
But to my surprise, the box opened up,
Where a chunk of ice sat waiting for me.
Cautiously, gingerly, I reached into the box, and held the ice in my hand,
And as I gazed, the ice, it shattered!
I simply could not understand…
Left in my palm was a little black thing, shriveled and shrunk like a raisin,
Expecting the worst, and receiving no less,
The little mass caught fire, furiously blazing!
Shocked and horrified, I began to scream, my hand was aflame, you see,
…Until the flames subsided and withdrew,
And left me with the most pleasant feeling.
In both hands now, I looked down and saw a sight I had never seen
One large heart, warm and whole, reserved solely for me.