He watches, at times you see him in a dream,

Alone you are in a dark house on a hill top.

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 him.

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 of mask and black,

He watches. Keith Garrett