Welcome to EAP's Macabre Manifesto
Come in... have a seat we will light the sconces, offer you a glass of wine or absinthe and of course fine macabre for the senses...
Consider yourself cordially invited to the widow’s black tie affair.
Please join her here for dinner, guests chosen with special care...
The invitations had been sent,
adorned with a waxen “L”
unbeknownst to anxious guests,
they were invites straight to Hell.
Upon the page, written in her bloodannounced wine served at five,
to drink the blood from her tiny wristwould assure they’d stay alive.
She polished all fine silverand lighted the burnished flame,
she invited guests so near and far,of some she knew no name.
The wine was poured, Lenore adoredand the night did sing its song,
until the moon rose high enoughand guests had stayed too long.
Dusk had settled and eyes aglow,fangs peeked from scarlet lips,
entranced by the porcelain keys she plays,a coma the first guest slips.
Upon the emerald, velvet walla broken clock was hung
and daunting death became the guestwhen its chimes were rung.
For at the tock of twelve o’clock,the hostess came to show;
her eyes turned red, hair stood on endand little did they know…
Such hospitality Lenore had shownto lure them like the beast,
guests had been invited to dinnerand now they were the feast.
Apryl Skies © 2011