He wore a mask
And came to me as I woke
In the small hours,
But indeed he was huge.

Smoke billowed from his skin
And the stick thin branches of
His fingertips reached for me
And he growled.

As he came closer I saw
How dark he was
Of black wood and
A painted grimace on the mask

I found my voice, but he took it
I found my hands, but he took them
I found my legs, but I couldn't run
Under the weight of terror.

And then he tore off his mask
And beneath he bore another
He ****** it on my face
And I felt my body become dark wood

I growled

He spoke to me in talent
He ran along on hope
I asked him if he was the truth,
'Just the shade of some.' he said.