Finally He Understood
During the darkest hours of the night,
he saw the woman in white,
at that moment,
the moon lit up the skies,
the woman’s eyes followed his eyes,
how red were her pupils,
and how the hand which clutched
her shawl at her breast trembled,
he stared, then glared,
her face would glow,
her black hair would flow,
he pressed closer until
he was almost at the threshold,
the air was cold,
and the moon looked higher,
as distorted shadows appeared
by the fireplace fire,
he looked inside,
as she opened the door wide,
her skin was bright,
as her face gleamed in the fire light,
in the middle of the room
there was a black coffin,
she smiled and her face softened,
he didn’t move another inch,
even if he could,
the fragrance of burning wood
filled the air,
sharp fear enveloped him,
as he just stood there,
the coffin near,
his eyes glassy and red,
finally he understood,
he wasn’t living, he was dead.
© 2012 Frank Atanacio