A PORTRAIT OF YOU

Your portrait in the attic
Depicts a different view of you
Here time is not static
It decays like those you slew

You sold your soul many moons ago
In exchange for eternal youth
Guarding dark secrets from those you know
In concealment of the truth

Feelings of insanity begin to show
You destroy those you can’t abide
Rumour and suspicion starts to grow
As vanity chokes your pride

Now you face your final curtain call
Every killing has a price to pay
Shattered illusions around you fall
In the demise of Dorian Gray

Chris Ankin (c) 16/10/09
Based on ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’
By Oscar Wilde

THE MORTICIAN’S TALE

Cool, white, clean slabs of marble
The dead never feel the cold
Occupied by corpses of many a kind
Some beautiful, some young, some old

There is row upon row
Of white cotton sheets
Some stained with blood
Revealing toe-tagged feet

Oneday one went missing
So the mortician confides
The window had been broken
……………..From the inside!!!

(c) Chris Ankin 2707/09