Original Poetry by Allen Whitestag

Presented by Parasortium

A creeper on the stair

The stairs didcreak. Is some one there, on the stair. A creeper on the stair.

The stairs did creakagain from there to here. I crept to the stair to see none was there. A creeper on the stair.

The stair did creak and groan as none their thundered down the stair. Hairs a flare I ran from their. A creeper on the stair.

The stairs did creak and groan as the none there ran up the stair screeching “Stay out there!” A creeper on the stair.

The stairs did not creak up there. I came back to the stair wondering what may be none there. Come here; I will not hurt you O creeper on the stair.

The stairs did creak again up there. “Who is there” a voice did declare. “I as in me am here” I did declare. A creeper on the stair.

The stairs did creak up there as the creeper came down the stair. I aware of the presence up there, came up the stair to meet none there. A creeper on the stair.

The stairs did creak as we two sat there on the stair. Wondering at who it was there on the stair. A creeper on the stair.

The stairs did creak as we two sat on the stair. We spoke of there and here. A creeper on the stair.

Minutes, then hours we sat on the stair learning what is the be there and here. The creeper on the stair.

A friend from there come here sitting on a stair, in a small house alone in the fens of Ere.

A creeper on the stair.