Tread
I met a woman on the
stair,
Chalk white of face,
with raven hair,
I wish to God she
was not there,
I missed my tread,
her form so fair,
And now I’m
falling through the air,
This fall may end, I
don’t know where,
She’s smiling now,
her fangs laid bare,
That vampiress upon
the stair.
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