Invisible Touch

Antique dwelling, house of old
Eerie secrets, stories untold.

Living In silence, upon a mist
Horrific tale, with a tragic twist.

Alone In darkness, thunder screams
Falling asleep, devoured in dreams.

Frozen hands with an invisible touch
Clinking, clanking, sounds of a crutch

Feeble man, dressed In black and grey
Walks with a limp, coming my way

Rustic chains, choking my throat
Smells of moth balls upon his coat

Scurry and scatter do I to the stairs
Breaking windows, falling into chairs

Moaning whispers behind my back
Demonic spirits, begin to attack

Ghostly fangs lunge at my face
Suddenly it's silent, alone In my place

Drenched In sweat, my gown Is soaked
Stumbling to the floor, I begin to choke

I hear a whisper, directly behind me
Shocked In horror at what I see

Nobodies there, but on the floor
A picture that I have seen before

Blood stained clothes, shots to the head
Both lay lifeless, pale, and dead

Man and woman side by side
Reality setting In, I am the murdered bride....