Morning Guest


Before the dawn, did I wake,
Lest there be some mistake
I lay in my bed wondering
How I came awake that morning
Then I heard a shout below me
Laced with fear I came to be
I leapt up, the stone cold ‘neath my feet
Oh how I wished the sun and I ne’er came to meet
For on that morn’, so crisp and calm,
With trembling candle held in my palm
Descending upon my lower threshold
I spied an intruder standing bold
One hand pointed towards the sky
A glittering blade-I prepared my good-bye-
Which he brought down upon warm bread
That I would not regret forgoing my bed

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