ROBE, AND MASK OF BLACK
He watches, at times you see him in a dream,
Alone you are in a dark house on a hilltop.
Out there standing in the night, the wind howling,
You peek out of your window, he knows you are there.
Dressed in a robe, and mask of black, waiting,
You do not awake as your heart races.
He does not move but he can feel you behind your closed curtains,
The fear in you is in his conscious mind.
Everything to you is black, of darkness,
As if there is no other person alive on this earth except for you and he.
The terror is about to begin as you awake in the dark night,
Relieved that you are now awake, you get up wondering.
There’s a feeling that you must check, peek out of the window,
Out there, in the darkness, a robe, and mask of black, he watches.