“Death at my window”

                 “Death at my window”

These are the remains, of a tested immortal soul,

on a train that receives no fare.

With just a painted old picture, coffee table

and a un-recliner chair.

A broken old watch, refusing to keep the right time,

a stone-less and tarnished ring, lacking luster and shine.

These were the treasures and only belonging, of an old man

but to others trash discarded, out of sight out of mind.

Items I recently inherited but from whom,

not known and quite frankly why?

My door bell ring, “the strangest of thing,”

at a time when even the owls, feared to fly.

It's several minutes til three and it's (AM), is what gets me

and the doorbell, (just as before), once again chime.

So I gather all senses, eyes half closed, not fully assertive

and when frolicking in the dark, as equally blind.

As my heart skipped several beats, I struggled to my feet,

to re-affirm what the eyes had just seen.

A body with no head, an old acquaintance long dead, which ensued a foot race,

between the heart, mind and (he), the unclean.

Struggling to keep my balance, as I quickly shuffled across,

my bedroom floor.

You tried to leave but in my heart, you weaved a fear,

that soiled deep within my core.

You were found now, peaking through my window,

afraid to dawn my front door.

when the moon appeared bright and full,Last night,

I saw you lurking within the hour of four.

You take in the many sites, each day and night,

of the restless souls you have laundered.

Many left to die, throughout the night, they scream and cry

and on the beaten path, I now ponder.

You slowly tip toe, from door to door demanding,

who, when and (yes) where.

Your game, a shame, the many took, you falsely blamed,

so I return to lay, like I wasn't there.

His are the ruins of an after life, with just one birth,

a soul long, lost and gone.

No pearly white gates, are known to in-shrine this throne,

no brick made from gold but instead, brimstone.

leaving not one stone un-turned, in order to find me.

from the grave and through the woods,

It appears he came to claim back, his most cherished,

of all goods......His Treasure

Jim