They told her not to go,
along the hillside,
past the cemetery,
simply because you never know,
what lurks in the dark.
Spirits have been known to show,
beneath the moonlight,
among the gravestones,
but she simply laughed
and off she went.
The night was lovely,
the moon was full,
as she reached the top of the road,
made her feet go flying
and she tumbled down the hill,
through a gap in the cemetery fence.
Thump went her body
and then she blinked,
some kind of odd room,
with lit torches against the walls.
Surely she hadn’t tumbled,
into a crypt,
looking about with relief,
there was some kind of wooden door
or so to her it seemed.
Then she heard a tap, tap, tap,
like someone bored,
tapping their fingernails,
against some wood.
The hair stood up on her neck,
as she turned toward the sound,
there he sat so tall and proud,
his bald head ending in a long thin face,
the chin rather sharp,
eyes like burning embers,
and he looked at her and said,
“Good evening, thank you for dropping in”.
As she listened and saw his malevolent grin,
she backed up doing a tip-toe dance,
toward that wooden door,
but when she had given distance,
between him and her,
there was no longer any door there,
at least she didn’t think so.
Then he blew her little mind,
when he said,
“Not many drop by, not any more,
and it is so lonely down here”.
With that he laughed a maniacal laugh
and his eyes dangerously glittered.
In horror she realized,
she had fallen into a crypt,
it was just her and this creature,
alone perhaps forever more.
Then the thought came,
to tell him of things he never wanted to hear
and she found herself,
telling him of the world about,
of love, of happiness,
on and on she babbled.
He first looked startled
and then simply surprised,
then he tapped his long fingernails,
on the wooden table beside him,
laughed that awful laugh and asked,
“Would you, could you love me?”
At first she wasn’t sure if she had heard right,
then quickly she replied,
“Of course, I could love you”.
“In fact I think I already do”.
and yes, for some inexplicable reason,
she felt compassion and something more,
for this creature living alone in this crypt.
As soon as she had thus replied,
he sat up taller and looked into her eyes,
at that moment behind her,
the wooden door creaked open
and she felt the cool night air.
“Do come and see me some time”,
the creature said.
She slowly walked over to him
and took one of his cold hands,
with the amazingly long tapered fingers
and the sharp, long nails.
It was so dry and papery
and she held it to her heart,
“You know I do love you, you were meant
to be loved”.
His eyes gleamed and he smiled a most ghastly smile,
“Then you must come visit me often and I’ll tell you tales from my past”.
She found herself agreeing
and then quickly ran to the door and out.
The wind had picked up,
as she made her way up the hill,
she looked back at the crypt,
that looked dark from this side,
but she knew that creature was there
and she shed a tear for his loneliness.
She knew that even when she got home
and later in the light of day,
she would think about him
and their strange friendship.
She would return,
the following night,
with a bottle of wine,
to sit curled at his feet
and listen to the tales of centuries past –
while hurting for and loving this strange creature of the dark.