More than once, he visited me in my sleep, taunting.

I would be alone in a dark house, awake, and peek out the window.

Always windy in this dream, I can see him in the distance.

Face hidden behind a black robe that blows in the wind.

He knows that I am inside; he can feel my fear as I hide.

It appears that we are the only two in this world, following me.

He is there, always knowing where I am, getting closer.

Is this a dream as I awake in the darkness? I am alone.

I peek out the window to make sure he is not there.

Within the dark wind, in a black robe, he is always there.

Keith Garrett