A Dark Wind Blew Poem by Dean Meredith

What was that?
The wind said
As it breathed
… Death
Into the room
And weaved
A withered foot
And limped
Candle lit
… Unholy
In the gloom
It said …
Rush away
Be gone
Be gone
And soon

A storm of thoughts
Thundered on
And rained …
Over the moon
Old dead wood
Creaked and moaned
Grinding teeth …
Through skin and bone
Blood sparks flew
From rusted nails
Windows shrieked
The banshee wailed
Beautifully done son
Beautifully done
The darkness …
Will help you see