Here I am, alone again
in chair of leather,black
slouched low and face unshaven
"Johnny,Jack, and Jim" I spoke
summoning friends of old
forth from their home beneath my humidor
lid removed and tossed aside
a drink is poured
eyes stare at shadows on the walk
dancing in mock gesture
a mummary of past endeavors
taunting me with ghosts forgotten
eyelids grow heavy and thought slows
I shout at enemies before me
though sit alone in chair of leather,black
Johnny is thrown to fight the shades
but he shatters and clockface shows its disdain
seeing what I have done I cry out
standing to aid my companion
yet my legs collapse beneath me
the room spins with laughter
as my fall sounds the music from before
the table wobbles and give Jack life
he attempts to aid me but falls
he lands on his neck and breaks,bleeding out
I struggle to find my base
the laughter grows louder
Jim looks on in silence
I move to find place again in chair of leather,black
I attempt to restore myself
but throne and table topple
Jim finds the carpet and rolls beneath the cabinet
I am abandoned
My breathing grows heavy
I no longer attempt to flee
the shadows continue to move
the laughter is unbearable
the fire has died,the room is dark
I begin to accept it
I roll to the side and shut my eyes
it was not my fault
but it will all be over soon