You hear the floor boards creak,
It makes your heart race and your knees weak.
You lay in bed not wanting to investigate,
When you hear another noise that you hate.
You never did find out where it comes from,
The dreaded drip…drip…drip and it makes you numb.
I’m so very tired, my eyes want to close,
But I don’t dare, I don’t want to doze.
Maybe for just a minute I will rest,
Not wanting to sleep, my eyes protest.
The next thing I know, the sunlight
Awakens me with a fright.
Jumping out of bed, putting slippers on my feet,
Grab a robe from the door, stub my toe on the love seat.
Once out in the hall, I walk to the stairs that go to the attic,
My breath starts to quicken and I start to panic.
At one time, I used to play up there,
Now I’m older when out of the blue it scares me, its so unfair.
For the first time the noise starts during the day,
Drip…drip…drip. I’ve had it and rush through the doorway.
When who do I see at the top of the stairs but Morgan le Fay.
She was the stuff that dreams are made of.
I had been reading about King Arthur, Avalon and his true love.
The drip…drip…drip…was coming from the Lady of the Lake,
As she collected her offerings she made them all quake.
She gave Arthur his sword Excalibur at the urging of Merlin,
Now I understood the noises I heard and I was certain.
It was the imagination that comes from reading a good tale
With a touch of magic from Merlin and from me an exhale.