The shadowman

                                                    Among the fires of hell his unwanted birth

                                                  Spat, from the bowels of the burning Earth, by

                                        Satan who felt threatened by something more evil than he

                                     The corrupt son of a sinner banished among the living to feed.

                                                Tall he stands his clothes black as the night, behind

                                              Rock, among forest, out of sight. His face as pale as the

                                     White marble tomb, his stalking eyes ,watch your every move.

                                              In your nightmares he prowls for there you are alone

                                                To inflict his pleasure, his torment, his lusting goal.

                                        Amid the crude pumpkin smiles of hallows eve when the cold

                                    Bedroom air is hard to gasp and breathe ,Beware! the candle flicker

                                       a soft sash window rat a tat tat, the scuttling frightened Mouse,

                                                                    the wide eyed cornered Rat.

                                           Signs of a ghoulish glow from beneath the bolted oak door

                                                  Dank seeping mist rising from the knotted plank floor

                                 the Vampire bats shrill in time with his nearing winged beat, a presence

                                                       In your room, a ghostly tug on your sheets.

                       your last memory, the scent of white Roses ,a calmness, a need to sleep, to drift and

                                               Dream of the wolf baying, over helpless prey crying at his feet,

                             but on closing your eyes two rose thorns your throat will feel, as the shadowman’s

                                                         Deathly kiss gives way to his lustful greed.

                                and the white Rose scent that drifts about your bed ,will turn to the scent                

                                                              of a Rose the deepest crimson red.

Francis linn  24/10/2011