The Black Shadow
The feeling of fear
Sliced into the silence
The tip tap of water is all he hears
As he runs from the destruction and violence
It feeds on his panic
As It gains speed he begins to be frantic
All he can see is mirrors and doors
He knew he should have listened to the old ones speak the old folklore
It laughed at his helplessness
He sits and waits for It to take him away
It watches him with hunger cleverness
He was in It’s territory, It’s game he must play
He waits for It to attack his body and make him evil and hateful
The room is deathly quiet
Soon he fells It, slowly then more painful
It feels the adrenaline, the rush, to It’s a riot
But he feels every part of it
He is a puppet and It is pulling his string
He is a dog trained to heel and sit
In his ears It sings
About the pain and poverty It brings
And It’s past
For nothing shall last
Soon It is finished
His light has diminished
He’s still there but is trapped
In the water that is shallow
His mind twisted and wrapped
For he was consumed by the Black Shadow
