The entity was with him from an early age
She constantly whispered his name
She waited until he was all-alone
Her tone remained the same

Constantly whispering his name
Two or three times a day
She was relentless in her objective
She would not go away

She would call him from the living room
And from the foot of the stair
Always when he was alone
So that others were unaware

Upstairs the voice was different
It came from his parent's room
Accompanied by a flicking paper sound
With an eerie sense of doom

He would dart down the staircase
As fast as his legs would run
And, white-faced, join his family
But never tell anyone

Early one evening he stepped outside
It was dark at that time of year
Something urged him to look up
And he was consumed with fear

A grey white figure scrambled over the roof
He glared at him with hate
What his malicious intent was
He had no idea. He did not wait

A short time later he became gravely ill
He could neither eat nor drink
The pain so engrossed him
That he could not even think

Nurses worked around him
In so much pain was he
He pleaded with the surgeon
"Let it end for me"

Turning his head in resignation
A smiling maternal face he saw
She whispered his name
His consciousness was no more

After the surgeon's success
He was relieved of any pain
And never more would he hear the voice
Whispering his name