A Dark Day, Indeed...

The darkness roils, it’s creeping in, ‘tis much more, tho’, than black.
All light absconds its fetid fronds--to corners, doth retract.
This wicked deed, the devil’s seed, ‘twas planted in my head,
my love’s own blood, I’ve loosed the flood, now at my hands she’s dead.

Awash in blood and scotch, I find, to be the foulest mixture.
‘Tis then I see not one, but three, have joined in my elixir.
A curious gloom swept through the room–dark portals opened wide,
when out of it, ‘neath floorboards, split; Hell’s minions stepped inside.

“What’s up, old chum?” one gruesome scum had nerve enough to ask.
“You’ve done the dirty deed, we see, you’ll join us now, at last.
If you don’t mind we’re in a bind, our master’s getting restless.
Now come along, don’t be too long; I doubt you’ll care to test us.”

 
These fetid fiends whose eyes but gleamed with hatred, scorn and lust,
made rude requests–‘twas not a jest–which I then shunned, like thus:
‘Oh, don’t you dare, I do not care if what you claim is true.
I know you not, mephitic sots, get out–the lot of you!
 
 I’ve murdered her, you soulless cur, I have a mess to fix.
So run along, and take your throng–I’ll not join your mix.’
“But be that as it may, dear sir, you've had your fun, we see.
What’s done is done, you cannot run, so come along with me.”
 
 
When thus, the swirling vortex, vast, did just as fast dissolve.
I’d held my ground, yet soon I’d found they'd stolen my resolve.
Those whirling, swirling mists unveiled vexed visions of a face.
That face was mine, now out of time, I left the human race.