invadernina

-Night- In the hours of the evening In the hours of the night In the early, darkling mornings Your worst fears will come to light See the darkness deep inside See the self you love to hate See the Jekyll to your Hyde As the elder clock strikes late Cover your ears for the noise from without Cover your eyes for the night Cover your mouth for the screams from within And cover your head for the fright You may hide beneath the covers You may hide beneath the bed You may all hide from each other But the screams are in your head Fear not night, for it is peaceful Fear not silence, it is sweet Fear not darkness, it is gentle But

"The Beautician" After Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a morning busy, while I worked 'til nearly dizzy, Scissors gleaming  as I went through the daily goings on – While I worked, there came the singing of my little bell a-ringing, As someone pushed and entered, entered through the salon door. "Tis some customer," I muttered "Ringing at my salon door –                Only this and nothing more." Ah, how clearly I remember, it was in the warm September And each fuzzy clipping lay, unswept upon the floor. I was ready for a break, a job that little thought would take; It seemed a simple job had just walked through my door – Perhaps 'tis