I laid there peacefully asleep
And my soul at peace
The night was still
When all of a sudden, someone planned some ill will
He came in the middle of the night with no warning
It was like a bullet to my chest, the pain was relentless
Something strange is taking flight, and it doesn’t feel right
It doesn’t feel right, yet it doesn’t feel wrong
The blood covers my chest heavily and deeply
I search and I feel…no, tell me this isn’t real…
Could it be? He has taken something so important from me?
The blood leaves my chest and gathers down my gown
Leading as droplets to the floor
My eyes look, but I wish to see no more.
I gasp, I heave, but there is no air for me to breathe
The sound of pit-pat….pit-pat danced into my ears
This is the sound that I had feared
Slowly but surely I turn my head
I stop and stare, he stands right over there
Our eyes lock and I wait
There isn’t a look on his face
I looked at his hand and saw something pace
From his hands I can see, something beating
It’s red, bloody and even pumping
I think to myself, “No…it couldn’t be…”
The thing that was staring back at me…
This thief of the night looked familiar to me…
He took a step closer and bent on one knee…
Next thing I know we are face to face
I was about to catch a case
My eyes looked once more at his hand to be sure.
I gasp and clutch my chest
The pain grew to its very best
With my last amount of strength
I reached for his face
My hand falls back with a slow grace
My eyes grew heavy and finally closed.
And so the story goes and never will be told
Of how the fiend came and went
With his lover’s heart in hand, just as he had planned it.
- Title: Thief
- Artist: Alina_Hails
- Description: I got inspiration from Mr. Edgar Allen Poe for this poem. I liked it.
- Date: 11/20/2008
- Tags: thief