THE LIGHTHOUSE

THE LIGHTHOUSE“Come back to me my sweet.Take a break from the heat.An afternoon in a cool retreat.We could make our own special heat.”The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.I hesitate before I walk inside.The small room is as dark as night.I begin to tremble with fright.Maybe I should leave this place.The door slams shut in my face.I hear the voice in the airTelling me, “what fair is fair.”I intruded on this secret roomAnd so I won’t be leaving too soon.

“Come back to me my sweet.
Take a break from the heat.
An afternoon in a cool retreat.
We could make our own special heat.”
The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.
I hesitate before I walk inside.
The small room is as dark as night.
I begin to tremble with fright.
Maybe I should leave this place.
The door slams shut in my face.
I hear the voice in the air
Telling me, “what fair is fair.”
I intruded on this secret room
And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

THE RAVEN’S LAST CHANCE

nitratediva:

Bela Lugosi recites some Poe in The Raven (1935).

The raven sits quietly while Lugosi reads the lines.

It sits as still as a lifeless statue.

But what if it isn’t lifeless?

What if it’s just waiting?

Waiting for the actor

to stop droning on.

For the room to become quiet

so that he could pounce on him.

The way he was supposed to

in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.

He must perform for his namesake.

The world could use one less actor.

Couldn’t it?

Swoosh…

THE LOST ROOM

THE LOST ROOM

 

Luminaire<br /> THE CRYSTAL CHANDELIER<br /> HANGS OVER THE DARK ROOM.<br /> A ROOM THAT WAS ONCE ALIVE<br /> WITH MUSIC AND DANCING.<br /> NOW IT’S A DARK ROOM<br /> FULL OF OLD SHADOWS AND<br /> SOME NEW, UNUSUAL SHADOWS.<br /> COME VISIT END HOUSE AT OASIS,<br /> A HOUSE FULL OF MEMORIES OF<br /> ITS VIBRANT PAST.<br /> THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

Luminaire

THE CRYSTAL CHANDELIER

HANGS OVER THE DARK ROOM.

A ROOM THAT WAS ONCE ALIVE

WITH MUSIC AND DANCING.

NOW IT’S A DARK ROOM

FULL OF OLD SHADOWS AND

SOME NEW, UNUSUAL SHADOWS.

COME VISIT END HOUSE AT OASIS,

A HOUSE FULL OF MEMORIES OF

ITS VIBRANT PAST.

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

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