As I walk along this street,
My heart pounding in my ears,
I see a man, dark as night.
His skin is a pale cream,
His eyes a seductive blue,
His hair golden brown.
He walks with a limp,
His hands in his pockets,
The brim of his hat pulled low.
Black is his color,
It suits him well,
He wears it proudly.
Frowning, he glances my way,
A chill rolls down my spine,
I look back at him in spite of it.
He comes my way,
A sneer on his face,
My feet won't move.
I look around for help,
There is none in this dark
Deserted street surrounded by brick.
He quickens his pace,
I find my feet and run,
His hand grabs my arm.
I pull away to no avail,
He pulls me closer,
Till I can smell the death upon his breath.
A gleam catches my eye,
Silvery long knife moves toward my heart,
Terrified, I struggle more.
I feel a sharp pain in my chest,
My legs give way,
My hands go to my heart.
What is this oozing out?
Why is he smiling at me?
Why is everything so dark?
I fall over as gravity takes me,
Shivering on the cold cement,
I look at the dark crimson stains on my hands.
All is going dark,
I can not see,
All is going dark.
A light shines,
A smiling face,
A helping hand.
Inviting me to come,
He helps me get up,
A glow emanates from him.
Loving eyes look upon me,
He takes me into his arms,
I weep as he reassures me its all okay.
He pulls back and smiles,
I take his hand,
As he leads me toward the golden gates.
We walk inside together,
Calmness engulfs me,
I know, that this is where I want to be. |