WHO COMES CALLING TONIGHT?
2025-1-26
Torrential rain in Ravencross
washed over Blackthorn Lane
Lucinda got her stockings wet
when she called on Edmund Graves
all along the wrought-iron gate
the shadows scratch and claw
while drops the size of bullets
strike the eaves with wild applause
Who comes calling tonight?
The bells of St. Sebastian ignore the midnight toll swallowed whole in darkness black as buried coal vestry candles sanctify unrequited prayers Reverend Drake stands trembling gazing down the chancel stairs
Who comes calling tonight?
Down in Cinder’s Hollow the bloodwood branches bow penitent obedience concealing furrowed brows the night itself takes umbrage growing cold as graveyard stone the moon withdraws her troubled gaze some things cannot come home
Who comes calling tonight?