Bloody Valentine Card
It was a gloomy day
I walked through eerie halls,
A note was left for me
Somewhere, between these castle walls.
It said, "Secret Admirer,"
But whom would it be?
I don't know of anyone who would do this
I want to know, why me?
I followed a trail of rose petals
That were layed on the stone floor,
They led me down a narrow hallway
And to a big wooden door.
I had taken a candle opera
Off of the wall,
It had grown cold and dark
But, I had forgotten my shawl.
I grabbed the handle
Of the wooden door,
Opened it slowly
And slipped on the bloody floor.
Inside the room
I saw a table of gifts,
I didn't know whether to walk away
Or run away, so swift.
I proceeded to walk over to the table
And there I saw,
A bloody Valentine
In a dead bird's claw.
I opened up the Valentine
Got blood all over my hands,
Glanced over at the corner
A dark shadow there stands.
He didn't say anything
Just watched the horror on my face,
It's nights like these
I want to erase.
I ran quickly to the door
And tried to escape,
But the shadow loomed over me
And covered me with his cape.
He took me outside
And buried me in the yard,
He shovelled sand in my face
Upon my grave, he placed the bloody Valentine card.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.13/2006
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