walk backwards up the staircase

and fall far below

face the darkness

into the depths of night

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light a wax candle

and leave it on the window sil

so wayfarers yeild

and wic away the ghosts and goblins

and escape their fright

wooden mala beads make a fine pillow

breathing chest

to wake up

covered in sweat

foggy visage

and see his whiskers in the mirror