The Man Afraid Of Stairs

Faithful readers…
The refrain “The man afraid of stairs” has been going round my head for weeks. This finally, after a long and painful labour, is what’s resulted from it. I’m not entirely happy, and I may revisit the man himself, but for now it feels good to get something down. I hope you like it.

Through the town where monsters sleep,
She leads me on a dare;
To darkened tower high above,
And the man afraid of stairs.

He lives above the maddening crowd,
In cloud touched minaret;
Where visitors of daring do,
Could say they are well met.

With fear of steps he will not roam,
Remaining in his lair;
What life is there upon the ground,
For the man afraid of stairs?

To travel round the winding walls,
Arriving at his door;
The sound of moaning from within,
Fists beating on the floor.

She calls allowed through painted wood,
“Poor wretch, are you in there?”
But not a sound is heard within,
From the man afraid of stairs.

With caring voice she asks of him,
“What caused your fear to run?”
Though satisfaction we both craved,
An answer there was none.

And so she led me by the hand,
Bored now with her dare;
We’d never learn the story of,
The man afraid of stairs.