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The Visitor

Midnight whispered to the sea,
moonlight poking through the trees,
and through the window wandered dread,
his shadow tall, his eyes so red.

As I stared up from my bed,
certain that I couldn’t flee,
I shivered as his shadow spread,
creeping ever close to me.

I mouthed to midnight, silently,
but she could only watch him tread,
across the room with so much glee,
his destination was my bed.

I pinched my skin with urgency,
hoping the spirit was just a dream,
but I felt his claws as they pierced my flesh,
and I heard him laugh, as I greeted death.