No more than just a distortion of light, yet,
A human cut out of colors that weren't right,
A chill in the air, a shimmer of mist,
Silver irises shining bright in the moonlight.
Staring into the dark, I freeze and cringe,
No hair, no brows; the new apparition was burnt,
Concealing my dark desires, I shrink within,
My wails feed his soul, he grows stronger, as I grow weak.
Gnawing at my heart, my mind, a deep chuckle,
He sees my ghastly end, and so can I,
As if my blood and flesh were palatable delights,
Silvery ragged line across his neck, and giant soulless eyes.
And it all became still, even the air didn't move,
I feel my breath slowing, heart bereft of noise,
He gets up, leaving me dead in and out,
Perhaps to find one more reckless soul,
To sate the soul within, he walks with unseen feet.
