The Man of The Dark

Darkness rules as a
Sharp rasping voice
Fills my ears,

His voice....

It sounds like daggers
Piercing my soul

As I slowly turn,
I see that face....

That face of darkness
Etched with scars

So twisted, deformed
And filled with hate....

He terrifies me

I drop my eyes
To keep from showing him my fear

I feel myself shake and tremble
I stare at my shoes as I wait,

Yes, I wait for the blow,
The blow that will send me
Far from here .......