An Evening at Ardley House

L.T. Garvin

The crisp night…


shutters thrown open

courting the cool, night air

Alone in Ardley House

potions of

poison and promise


and intercepted

are the tagged dreams

of death dwellers

those little velvet monsters

they run, Madam, they hide

like cowards

on the outer limits

of disaster

And on that high

floating evening wind

ghosts float through

the windows

and rattle their legends

quickening heartbeats

beckoning sleepwalkers

come hither…

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