• He came without warning.

    The night sky, painted with
    the blood of his victims

    He came, for me.

    He was
    neither man nor beast
    a shadow, a blur
    when he came.

    I ran, ran
    for safety, but
    he was always there.

    he kills
    without touching
    his presence
    his weapon

    he is fear.
    the darkness in
    our hearts,
    haunts us to
    death.

    the sky, painted with
    the blood of ourselves.