The fat lady sings, the opera is complete.
She’s off to a restaurant, a friend to meet.
Outside the theatre the crowd are mingling.
Somewhere in the distance she hears someone singing.
As she approaches, there’s a terrible scream.
It’s then she remembers it’s the night of Halloween.
She tries to run, but her legs won’t move.
There’s an old memory she cannot remove!
It was on this night many arias ago,
A night that was cold, dark and covered in snow.
She saw that vision in ghostly drab,
Run from a body that had been stabbed.
It was her, from a scene, that was about to be sung
Il Cavaliere Rusticana had just begun.
The violins struck up, but she forgot her lines,
Don’t let tonight deliver anything so unkind……… Beware The Horseman!
© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
Reblogged this on krhughestlburns and commented:
Excellent for Halloween!
Maybe if she gave him a treat, it would help. :o) Great poem for Halloween Danny.