once, at the top of the staircase
13 all in a row
twisting climbing
all the way to the top
where the party goers look down on the heads
a drop of wine falls to the bottom
there, at the top, blood was spilled
stained into the carpet lining
where the corpse flew down the staircase
the party was out of hand
uncontrolable
stop of silence
dead silence
middle of the moon's stage
the instrument lying on the 13th one
dripping with the evidence
red
he landed at the front door
lying there
lifeless of course
chalice in hand
red wine reaching far corners of the room
dead
the party continued
as did the dripping
drip
drip
drip
red sticky and showfull
to tell the truth
of the staircase
who saw every incident to happen
the true witness...
Staircase
this i an ominous poem that was out of the blue, to tell the truth...... -jordanDid you like this poem? Write one of your own!


