Idiosyncraphobia

Deep within a forest wooded, as I walked weary footed,

And each radiant and lucid star shone from up in the sky,

A strange mist came a drifting and within it creatures shifting,

So the hill that was uplifting, lifting a tower to the sky,

Caused me to seek a refuge, drifting toward the tower that was so high.

Not once did I pause to wonder why.

At the door I pounded meekly, one might say even weakly,

From the long and hard excursion that got me lost then went awry.

Soon the door creaked slowly ajar as a man moved aside the bolt bar,

And opened the door so far, far enough to let me by.

Oh so carefully he opened it just far enough to let me by.

Not once did I pause to wonder why.

Once within I looked about me and was much surprised to see,

Such furnishings as belong in Dracula- meant solely to horrify.

To my host I looked then for he had not yet spoken,

And in the silence still unbroken I looked him in the eye.

Wondering what sort of man he was I looked him in the eye.

Not once did I pause to wonder why.

A single eye centered on the face to me spoke explanation of the whole place.

Dread clung upon my shoulders and the fear I felt came out a cry!

I fled the tower loudly screaming, hoping wishing I were dreaming!

Out the door I went a streaming, fleeing from that single eye,

From the unknown I ran loudly screaming, fleeing from that strange and single eye!

Not once did I pause to wonder why.

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While we are still in the Halloween mood, I present to you Idiosyncraphobia. The title basically means fear of the peculiar. I'm not entirely sure if that is a condition or not, though I might argue that we all have it to a certain degree. I made the word by smushing idiosyncratic and phobia into one. I stole the meter from The Raven, but somehow I don't think Poe will mind.