This is a both a reference for me to come back to this form cheat:
7.(envoi) ECA or ACE
and to get a feel for what this type of poem means. It is an intriguing form of poetry I'd never heard of until recently and I'll be maimed if I don't at least try it.
Oh, and I referenced an earlier poem and a terror story, though I use the name Sandra here instead of Piper. Maybe I'll change it. (If you want to see the earlier poem, I can
Sandra had a certain feeling
That she couldn't let the phone go on ringing
Spiders up her spine were creeping
And warning bells of what was to come were singing
She stole no time and answered, then, in a blink
"Hello?" "What do you think?"
"What do I think?"
"About all that is going on--how are you feeling?"
Confused, she tried to communicate a blink
"What do you mean? About the ringing?"
"Yea, the-- are you singing?"
And there that feeling was again, that creeping
And here is that feeling again, that creeping
She felt an echo but was reluctant to pause and think
And hid the fact that she had, in fact, been singing
Ignoring even more that growing feeling
"What were you saying, about the ringing?"
"Oh, right," Harry said, his turn to momentarily make an almost audible blink
Sandra smothered a giggle at an odd quote, don't blink
But thoughts of stone angels spurred the creeping
"Well, about the ringing...
Yeah, what do you think?"
There was that word again, both a synonym for believe and a feeling
"I don't know. The tone is odd, I guess; could use a ringtone, something singing."
Harry seemed puzzled; "Singing?
Sandra, aren't you concerned, aren't you afraid to blink?
Don't you sense that there's another line... feeling?
Other beings, or maybe other people, just... creeping?
Sandra, isn't that what you think?"
Sandra opened her mouth, but then she heard another phone ringing
From his house, there was static, screaming-- and ever the ringing
She didn't stop when she noticed again that she was singing
And again she didn't want to think
She pressed the end button, stared at the door, tried not to blink-- don't blink
And she couldn't avoid the creeping
And terror was the feeling
She rocked, barely breathing for her singing, staring out with that most wretched feeling
She made the mistake of letting herself think, and all it was was an echo--ringing
She prayed that nothing rang, but the walls were creeping nearer and soon she had to blink.