Twas the night before Easter,
And all through the house;
A creature was stirring,
But it wasn't a mouse.
It crept down the hallway,
then bounded up the stairs;
It loomed in the doorway,
And it looked like a hare.
In it's right hand,
It held a large knife;
gleaming in the moonlight,
It was mocking my life.
The hare lunged for the bed,
As i cowered in my sheets;
It raised the knife high,
And i woke, a relief.
I sat up and sighed,
as i felt my heart thump.
I glanced towards my wife,
under the blanket in a lump.
As i tore off the bedspread,
The sight made me scream;
protruding from her chest,
was the knife from my dream.
- Prologue of Twas The Night Before Easter
This post has been edited by Prelude Dikter: Apr 13 2011, 12:38 PM