One by one it watched with hunger, craving the taste of yet another, eyes tracing the breath escaping from their mouths.
Cold air separates -
This could be the only reason why it peers into the windows of your house, it doesn't need slumber
Coal black formless face - Eyes mother of pearl and enormous...
- It clung to the walls becoming the form of the fly
Patient it watched the family wine and dine; turkey and cake
Patient it would listen to stories of war; summer time splendor and holidays of old.
It was not death, it chose out of desire to take - Not time
It was the fly who'd became the shadow behind the drapes.
- Peering from behind, it waited for father to unwind
-- Whiskey; wine for mother
The children yawned and stretched, tired from the events of the day
Patient it dimmed the lights; Above the lampshade it perched, waiting for prey
Patient it watched mother tuck the kids away
-It moved as "dads" eyes closed
A simple gesture of its hand - Took his breath away
It had become the fly on the wall, the room was dark - void of life
"Mom" was easy, it smiled, scoffed at her resting in the armchair - She must of fallen asleep reading.
Another breath to steal as the children laugh and giggle.
- Unknown to the death of mother and father, they displayed a childish wonder for the growing darkness at the edge of the light.
-- It moved under his pillow - eyes open ready to deliver an eternal slumber
Patient it made the boy so cold, pulling up the sheets it brushed over his face - He moved no more
Patient it savored the small struggle, a whimper fine like winter and wine
She hummed and whistled unknown to her brothers untimely dismissal.
It became the snake, under her bed and to her window.
A form of a man, eyes wide like a ghost in the mirror
Like smoke it vanished, patiently awaiting stories of his victims.