It holds a darkness-
A delicious one at that
Thick and layered
The way I prefer it

It holds screams long forgotten
Listen closely- can you hear them?
It cackles sometimes-
An evil wail
Would you like to weave this tale?

I got it on a dark day long ago
From a stranger in a cloak
She whispered secrets and names
Of people to stay away

They want my treasure and will die for it
Right?- It does sound morbid!

It’s merely a trinket
Junk if you will
But listen quietly
Do you hear screams still?

Every day it smirks and grins
I don’t know how
I just feel it

It’s energy is dark-
It radiates a light
Something of that
Resembling twilight

It speaks to me in hurried whispers
It tells me about its other mistress
It said she will come-
It can feel her energy

It tells me to hide
And to bring it along
This lady shall stop at nothing
To have my dear trinket
That sings eerie songs

She comes nearby
Her eyes wide
She breathes the air I’m breathing
What a delight!

She leaves in her cloak of black diamonds
Grunting and Humphing about her silly trinket

When will she stick it in her thick head
That this trinket is mine, but it brings me dread

Things move in it’s presence eerily
In ways I wouldn’t notice normally
What has it done to me?

I run from it- but it comes back every single time
Sits on my bedside table after a long flight

It doesn’t speak-
But I know what it wants
My screams to take
What about yours?