Something is waiting for you in the dark,
Isn't it? Something slouching
Among the shadows of the furniture,
Holding its breath among the ticking clocks,
Or crouching
Just outside, pressed against the black glass,
Something hungry and cruel and cold
As a wind that shakes the door,
With a soft heavy step that creaks the floor,
Silent and quick and suddenly sure
As a razor slash,
Isn't it waiting for you in the dark?
You're waiting for something in the dark,
Aren't you? An explosion
Of bright red rage behin your tight shut eyes,
A wave of fear burst from your ticking heart,
An emotion
Just passed your grasp, untouched, unsatisfied,
Something awful and true and old
As a hawk's fall on a dove,
Or a stallion's lunge of mindless love,
Awful and free and wrecklessly wise
As your suicide,
Aren't you waiting for it in the dark?
SEAN KELLY
*Poesia feita em homenagem ao escritor H.P. Lovecraft publicada na revista Heavy Metal em outubro de 1979.
