PROWLER
Sara L. Russell 21:02 15/08/2007
I stand in the space
between darkness and light,
between thinking and doing
emboldened by hate;
I lurk in the place
where the soul perceives fright,
a dread demon, persuing
down hallways of fate.
I see you alone
with your frozen-wide stare
caught in the thin glow
of one candle flame;
mere flesh and bone
and with fright-bristled hair...
I wait at your window,
I whisper your name.