On the sill of the window, frightfully perched, the suitor screams in vain.
“I would cast myself on yonder rocks, if only to ease my pain!”
While inside, the somniloquist lay still, smiling in her sleep,
in the same peace, that throughout the night, she did keep.
As the suitor continues to scream in vain,
“On yonder rocks, I will ease my pain!”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”

Now, by what means, you may ask,
upon that sill, was the suitor cast?
‘Twas at a party, on all Hollows eve,
in which his horrible fate was conceived.
There he arrived with the intent to have, his manly needs relieved,
through horrid storm and rain, to the party he made leave.
Not long upon entering, his eyes he could hardly believe,
across the room stood a beauty, only fantasies could conceive.
Near the window stood, this copious delight,
what luck to find such beauty, on such a horrid night.
Quickly moving past ghastly masqueraders disguised to give much fright,
Devils, witches and ghosts alike, all reveling in their sacred night.
But this woman wore no mask, hers was but a long white gown,
and upon her long, silken, ebony tresses, was laid a crystal crown.

Soon he was upon her,
as he approached her from behind;
So says the suitor,
“Pardon me my dear may I have a moment of your time?”
Her back yet unturned,
the woman responded in kind.
Her long black hair concealing her soft pale face,
“A moment you say, surely you mean a night.”
Slightly startled by her frank response,
the anxious suitor swelled with delight.
So says the suitor, “Your name I must surely know,
and please, turn to me, so that your lovely face might show.”
The woman responds softly, as she makes a graceful turn,
“ I am the somniloquist, and this is all you need know.”
So says the somniloquist,
“ I am the somniloquist, and this is all you need know.”

Undaunted by her refusal, to reveal her name,
the suitor continues on, unmindful of her spite.
So says the suitor, as he takes her hand,
“Can I steal you away, through the storm of the night?”
So says the somniloquist, looking deep into his eyes,
“You may come unto my home, but this warning you must heed.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to love me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to love me.”

Entering unto the storm,
the two make swiftly, their departure.
From the party, into the streets,
and so begins the evening’s adventure.
Through the streets of the town they quickly fled,
to the heights of the westward, mountains ahead.
On a narrow path, to the suitor, heretofore unknown,
along the mountains edges, they ascend to her home.
Uninterested in scenery, nor architectural design,
the suitor hurried to her bedroom, as she was so inclined.
Above the town her home was cast,
through her bedroom window, could be seen the towns last.
Here the suitors body and soul would be weighed,
but first, once again the warning to him was made...
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to love me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”
The suitor was undaunted, her warning was unwanted.
But yet again, she did insist.
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to love me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”

The time now, was nine o’clock, as her body upon the bed was cast,
and for the next three hours full, their intended act would last.
Thirteen times the clock did chime, marking midnight’s hour,
At the very same moment the nameless woman, lost all power.
Into a deep and peaceful sleep, she descended mightily
breathing deep and easy, the suitor bade himself, victory.
Having had the lady fair, he now lay wide awake,
reveling in his conquest, he began to plot his escape.
Gazing down upon his prize,
he saw neither movement, nor open eyes.
Yet, when he rose to slip away,
the suitor did vaguely hear her voice say,
“Return to the bed dear suitor, I beg of you to stay.”
“Return to the bed dear suitor, I beg of you to stay.”

Turning again to face the woman, to whom, love he had just made,
he saw not movement, nor open eyes, still and peaceful she laid.
Lifting his trousers from the floor, again he hears her voice’s sound,
but still upon her, NEITHER MOVEMENT NOR open eyes could be found.
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to refuse me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to refuse me.”

Again the suitor turns to face her, and her eyes remained unopened
and once more, Her body lay still, void of motion.
Quickly feeling uneasy, he begins to hurriedly dress,
surely, the voice he was hearing, was merely paranoid distress.
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to refuse me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to refuse me.”

Standing now, fully dressed and distressed the same.
Starring suspiciously at a woman, for whom he knew no name.
Slowly backing to the door,
his feet scarcely, leaving the floor.
Watching the woman with incredible care,
casting upon her a frightful stare;
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”

Now he watched her lips as each word was heard,
they failed to move, yet, the voice was clear, he heard every word.
Shocked, he turned to open the door, but alas, there was a lock.
And at that same moment, he heard a single chime from the clock.
Desperately looking about the room, he began to search for the key,
not on the dresser, the table, nor the floor, but where could it be?
Tossing about her clothes, that lay, scattered all about,
his eyes catch a glimmer, within her fingers pale knot.
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”

First stricken with fear, then overcome with rage,
The suitor carefully studies his satin and lace clad cage.
Standing in the middle of the room, perfectly still,
Save for his turning head, and his heart racing with thrill.
Refusing to be daunted by her retched words further,
He strikes toward her, grabbing one hand and the other.
But the key was not to be found, with great disdain,
The suitor grabbed her frail arms, shaking her violently,
but, asleep she remained.  As he backed away, panting like a beast,
her body returned to its previous state of peace;
All that was changed, ‘twas the look upon her face.
Her once tranquil expression, an evil smile now replaced.
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”

The clock strikes twice, as he falls back from the bed,
In his rush to get away, he stumbles, and hits his head.
The clock strikes thrice, as to his feet he does rise.
How he could he have been out for so long, the suitor could not surmise.
Turning again to face the door, the suitor was aghast!
How could bricks be laid, by the door so fast?
His chest now heaving, the suitor screams in anger,
Moving again toward the sleeping stranger.
So says the suitor, “Curse your evil sprit,
whatever you may be, you will not be the death of me!”
So says the suitor, “Curse your evil sprit,
whatever you may be, you will not be the death of me!”

As he rises from the floor, the clock’s chime this time counts four.
Weary from the struggles of the night, alas the suitor can take no more.
In a desperate search of the room, his eyes find the window, ripe for escape.
Moving toward it, he grabs a chair, with which the glass to break.
But wait, good fortune, once again was on his side.
The window was unlocked, and did open on the first try.
Standing before the open gate,
The suitor can now himself, emancipate.
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”

The soft words follow the suitor, as he climbs outside.
Then terror again befalls his heart, as he realizes the depth his next stride.
Nearly one hundred feet, lay between, he and the jagged rocks below.
But if he is to escape, this is the way he must go.
There are no other windows or ledges to be found,
All there is, is the windowsill, and far below, jagged rocks on the ground.
The suitor’s heart pounding within his chest, as he attempts to rest,
And yet again, from within, comes the voice of the somniloquist.
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”

On the sill of the window frightfully perched, the suitor screams in vain.
“I would cast myself on yonder rocks, if only to ease my pain!”
While inside, the somniloquist lay still, smiling in her sleep,
in the same peace, that throughout the night, she did keep.
As the suitor continues to scream aloud in vain,
“On yonder rocks, I will ease my pain!”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”
So says the somniloquist,
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”

Madness slowly creeps upon him, as the clock chimes the hour of five.
The sun rising before him, as he loses his will to stay alive.
The haunting voice ringing in his ears, still unwilling to admit his fears,
The suitor screams aloud…
“You will not have my life, you vile and retched thing!”
Once again, the somniloquist’s gentle voice, began to sing…
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”
“Death becomes he, who dares to leave me.”

With her voice in his ears and
The sun in his eyes, the suitor screams, one more time;
“You will not have my life, you vile and retched thing!”
Not long after that,
his bones the rocks did find.
And all the while, inside, the somniloquist lay still,
as the suitor through himself, from the windowsill.
The sun continued to rise above the waking town, as did the morning mist,
Slowly covering the mountain, and the home, of the somniloquist.
By noon, the mist was all but gone,
And like the night before, so was the somniloquist’s home.

 

The End…