• Thunder roars and lightning cracks
    something stirs behind his back
    empty room standing still
    eyes fixed upon the window sill
    eyes are dark, face is black
    knowing that the pain is back
    floor boards creek, walls are bare
    hoping still that nothings there
    silence all the way around
    then there finally came a sound
    eyes with fear, nothing more
    three quick rasps upon the door
    slowly opens, just a crack
    slowly opens,all turns black
    first a scream, then a wail
    dark turns light, face is pale
    he falls limp uncovered veil
    hurried footsteps, door slams shut
    man dressed black runs through the rut
    swooping shadows across the lawn
    running swift the awkward brawn
    clouds swoop close and now hes gone