I stood in the threshold with Arthur and Mary <br />The creepy house looked empty and soundless <br />The doorkey was lost, and that was extraordinary <br />Black woods behind us seemed both adverse, and lifeless <br />The moonless night wrapped its dusky blanket around us <br />Mary said to me, '' I have to get back the witch's book <br />Come on, break the window, don't be such a wuss! '' <br />We broke into the house, and gasped at seeing a spook <br />A ringer for Mary was sleeping on the couch <br />And the book lay open on the wooden floor <br />Which one was real Mary it was hard to vouch <br />And soon we heard a key turning at the front door <br />When the sleeping girl woke up, she screamed in panic <br />Mary grabbed the book, and the sorcery expired <br />She turned into an ugly witch, too old and frantic <br />Grim Reaper entered the room and told her she was retired <br />He held onto her arms, and the book fell down <br />The witch disintegrated, and was reduced to ashes <br />The house caught fire, it was time to get out of town <br />Death said we'd be under his watchful eye, against our wishes<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-darkest-night-3/
