untitled (As I was climbing up the stair) - flipside B

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As I was climbing up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
His eyes burned with strange green fire,
And they promised death most dire.

He took a step, and then he vanished,
As if from sight he had been banished.
Yet still before me I could see,
A man who was, but couldn't be.

With the voices of the night,
I heard him curse my name with spite.
"Closer-come closer," I heard him call,
"Come, greet your doom and watch your fall.

"You are doomed to live, yet die,
Your soul always to roam the sky.
Rift from body and soul must be,
Captive bound, for eternity.

"Doomed to wander the earth in grief,
Twisted, broken, a fallen leaf.
Doomed to cry, to weep and wail,
Tears will be of no avail.

"Your soul will be forever lost,
Your life and love will be the cost.
To be unhomed, you are bound,
To search forever, never found.

"Your life and essence I will take,
My body young it is to make.
Come, give to me your living drop,
So the aging I might stop.

"What you are I soon will steal,
To make my presence not unreal."
He drifted towards me with a sneer,
Put out a hand and pulled me near.

His eyes held a hideous gleam,
He glared in mine with a glowing beam.
He tried to take, but my soul was stronger,
What he was will be no longer.

The man who died upon my stair,
The man who wasn't really there.
His form began to disappear,
With it followed all my fear.

Now my life with care I live,
To none my love, do I give.
In a way he did succeed,
I horde my soul with envious greed.

1984

Thoughts and Comments

Published under my maiden name: Barbara Muller

Chrysalis
Robert McQueen High School
Reno, Nevada
Volume 1, No. 2
June 1984