The sun slowly slipped away to her rest,
as we gathered around to do our best.
Her colors of red, orange, and then some yellow,
filled our souls as we felt the night mellow.
We gradually descended the long, narrow stair.
We’d been told it led to the devil’s own lair.
We looked on our brother as he held the light,
and neared the bottom with harrowing fright.
One we reached the abysmal depth of our situation,
all as one, and then and there gained a new appreciation.
The truth be told, and we could not have been paler,
as Mama was right, this was one spooky cellar!
Christopher Meredith
