Night Visitor

On a night
So dark and dreary,
Moving shadows,
Strange and eerie,
Frightened wake I,
Anxious, weary,
Sudden chest pains
Make me leery,
Could it be
I'll die tonight,
Never see
The morning light?
Darkness quickly
Turning bright
Into starkly glaring white,
While a ghostly
Voice replied:
"Name is Bones,
Here to pick you up
This very night..."

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz