A shadow in the corner,
Your voice whispering in my head
The creaking of your chair,
These all fill me with dread.

You know how you harrass me,
My spirit stronger than you think.
Seductions always tempting,
Like hot breathe in my ear.

All you are- a cliché,
A wisp of a being.
Now, freed from your chains,
Feeble plans ripped at their seam.