Where the path twisted through the trees
and the leaves grew so thick the day was black,
I saw him there.
Standing in the chequered light,
just watching.
Stock still I watched back;
my heart, beating in fear, deafened me.
Then he broke the thread
and, lengthening
shifted into shadows - went.
Many times since then,
I have seen him.
He haunts my dreams,
standing in the shadows of my mind.
Looking when I least expect.
And when I feel his hands upon my flesh,
cold and hard as iron.
I feel I am home.
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DarkSavior
08:23 Oct 08 2010
The title and contents are interesting, you should write more.