The sprays of light on the floor
Form beasts on haunches with claws stretched
As if ready to pounce.
On the wall, the moonlight prints a window,
For me to view the Netherworld,
With wind thrashing the trees.
On the door, a reptilian eye,
Cast by light and shadows,
Holding court over my dreams.
A sigil unlocking mysteries and riddles
To solve in nightmares.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard