Footsteps

It’s amazing what can pass through your mind in the quiet minutes just after dawn. This one came to me this morning. Hope you like it.

The beat of footsteps
Echo loud
On floor of weathered wood.
You’d hide away
And not be seen
If only that you could.
But even breath
Exhaled in fear
Is heard by clever ears
And though you cower
In the dark
He knows when he is near.
A shadow long
Precedes his step
And in it darkness blooms
The fear you feel at
Slow approach
Is caused by coming doom.
As closer now his
Hollow tread
In time with thumping heart
Creeps ever near to
Where you wait
For terror soon to start.
No more a dream in
Which you’re lost
Reality comes calling
You close your eyes
And hope to stop
The night from slowly falling.
His first cold touch
Of hand on skin
You know now fate is sealed
And as you look
Into his face
Your evil is revealed.

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