poems

Gifted

Gifted

5/6/13

Went out today to pick up a piano.
Walked it down a hall followed by a shadow.
Took it down the stairs three men it took to lift; only two were present.
Damn my silent gift.
We placed it on the van and raised it very slowly.
When we heard a scream, quite simply unholy.
We looked around but no one present.
Drove on home to crimson crescent.
Getting there and wanting dinner we cleared a space for our new winner.
Over here it can go, under the mirror reflect the show
When it was just right in place
I glanced on up and saw his face!
Terror struck!
I screamed and ran!
To hear the music had began…

Copyright G.P Williamson 2014

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