Blind man falls without his view
Who dares to take what he accrued?
Tapered curtains, dimming light
Brings him to the rooms by night
Lost in righteousness and doom
How spotless lies his vacant tomb
His wife now with another beds
Forgetting vows she gently said
Tries to lift his son for hugs
Budged not an inch, he never does
His vision fades, but then restores
To view all which he now deplores
Walking nights and sometimes days
In build up to his charged way-lays
His anger soars, his dire might
Sends winds and chaos through the night
Crashing photographs unnamed
From which his face had once been framed
Footsteps clump for all to hear
Appearance makes them disappear
Lights take on a fervent glow
Bursting glass he then bestows
Where cries take over, echoes sob
As she ties her apron by the hob
She screams and shouts and begs for him
To leave these loving walls within
But love escaped the second when
The poor dear fell in love again
No man shall take what he provided
Although his heart still beats unguided
So sickened fear drives them away
Another brood decides to stay
Their happiness so short and sweet
The master of the house they meet
Their party-lifestyle soon deceased
When they meet the specter at the feast.......
