Once upon a lifetime he stalked me in the midnight hour,
With the world asleep he pried from me my secrets.
With every word spoken petals dropped from my flower,
I became attached to the fear in which i should have cowered.
My every step he watched in fascination,
I couldn’t see him but constantly felt his presence,
In the echoing footsteps and in my own emotions,
My fear became the resort at which his sadism vacationed.
His favourite hour was the hour of the wicked,
Every stroke of the clock getting louder each minute,
The air rank with the hatred which tick by tock constantly thickened;
Drawing me closer to his evil his black heart’s long awaited weekend.
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