....Tales From the Crypt!?

The back door.... Around one thirty amid the Octobers early morn A beautiful young lady dressed in sheer black Pomegranate lips with the deepest of dark alluring eyes Long flowing ebony silkened hair; radiant An hour-glass figure of ivories white smooth skin Adorned within silver, gold, onyx and turquoise jewelry She, the picture perfect image of, a lovely gypsies queen? A princess making her way towards this dimly lit table Out of nowhere; thinking unto myself, I have seen this moment before.... A slow felt dance; sweetly spoken words; a sparkling and seductive smile Thirty minutes or so later following closely behind unto, a nighttimes place Warm whispers; soft kisses; a young mans undressing of dreams!? Nothing left to be said except, the intoxicating flavours; these Mid-morning passions burning brightly their, delicately intense, sighs.... Closing my eyes to suddenly recollect, when I was but a child Halloweens late-night; lost around the corner from my very own home? Walking up unto the decorated door to ring, its bell; trick or treat Another beautiful young lady; dark hair, dressed, as a lovely witch Inviting myself in.... Opening my eyes again; she must leave but, she shall be right back? Back in black; retrospects sea of reflective revelations; thus given ~ My first wintry witching encounter was but a year before; lost; when I was seven Out of my dreams; these nightmares, now standing afore my sight; the fallen?! My entire life I have found and find that, "God," has always been by my side.... What purpose and why? I, mired deeply within my own lifes sins as, darkness Has sought my existence; the pulse of my beating heart; my breath; my soul ~ This book of reasons; pages turning upon the visions of truth so told! One last midnights moment left; the wistful hours brewings of, a destinies.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....Tales from the crypt!?