You hear the cry in the dead of night,
So close to see, but not in sight.
You hear the breath, you feel the eyes,
But nothing’s there, a mind that lies.
You check the window, a slight mind flare,
But once again, there’s nothing there.
You turn around, and there you see,
The deadly one, the fearsome me.
You run for the door, so close as to reach it,
But I get there first, and block your split.
You run for the window, thinking you might have a chance,
But I beat you there no second glance.
I have you cornered, you’re mind for the killing,
There’s just one problem, you’re not willing.
“Come on,” I say, “You’ll love it to death.”
“But,” you plea, “I’ll have no life left.”
“But you’ll live with me,” I state, “Immortality.”
Once again yo try to flee, but once again the faster is me.
I let down my guard after a silent minute,
And you grab a sheath with a witch’s knife in it.
You stab me once and twist it quick,
And then you take a fearsome lick.
You have my blood, you are one of them now, don’t fight it,
You sit down, no longer afraid of the quiet.
You hear the cry in the dead of night,
So close to see, still not in sight.
You feel the breath, you sense the eyes,
Yet nothing’s there, a mind full of lies.
You check the window to see what’s there,
Disappointed, you step back and stare.
You see your reflection, you had no clue,
That all along, the deadly one, was you.