Ebenezer! Ebenezer! She wailed;
Her strident voice now shattered on the stairs,
Reverberating off cold claws worn rails
To grate upon my cauliflower ears;
There through a rent in velvet, stabbing light
That curdled in the dust like deviled rain
Swirling in a time warped tortured plight
As if escape lay down some sordid drain.
So did my thoughts now mingle in that puddle,
A morass there of anger and remorse
That rendered heart and mind a hopeless muddle,
White knuckled hope alone to stay the course.
A glint of brass upon the handled door
Now harkened to that heavy ring I wore.
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