I try to believe
That he does not torment
Me. Not in any
Significant way, at least.
Blacker than any void
In space or dark
Matter. Featureless yet
So distinctly humanoid,
More human than humanly
Possible. A presence so
Unnerving, not physical
In the least yet so
Completely suffocating.
Darker than the absolute
Absence of everything,
All consuming – he
Follows me.

The harbinger of
Tragedy and downfall,
An entity designed for
Destruction. Determined
To desolate every
Last piece of me.
I will not give in
Easy. I refuse to let
Him take me. I
Refuse; he will not
Shatter,
Mutilate,
Ruin, or
Tame me.

I refuse to
Succumb.
He has no
Control.

He
Will
Not
Exterminate
Me.

I'm counted among the fortunate few
That gets to see the magnificent  things I do
Extraordinary eyes that can see
The pitch black holds so much glee
Owls wings reflect the moons glow
It's sent silently to deliver wisdom to our souls
Listen closely, it's the nightingales sweet breath
She's singing loud but soft of tender love and of sweet death
I'm one of the few allowed to see
The turtles lay their eggs then return to the sea
Up on the mountains near the top
I watch the panther make it a rabbits last hop
Don't be blue, sad or cry, it's the cycle of this life
Furry cubs survive, cutting through flesh with teeth like knives
Look real close in that darkened sky
You'll bearly see the bat's fly by
I can see the wind as it blows the limbs
Every mighty trees is it's victims
I'm the shadow man, I am the One That sees
Everything in the night that plays so free
If your ever up in the late, late night
Keep your eyes open wide, of me you might catch a sight

©Pauline Russell

I follow her behind,
As a foshatique
Shadow; hiding,
In her meadows,
In the morn I slip
Into her pillow,
By the thoughts
She releases.

I want to be her
Blanket that warms
Her in the night, that
Creeps up on her
Tight; a slow warm
Release.

Im her heart, thought
She does not hear
Me beat, I am her
Blood that she
Leaks, verily
Im her soul.

Im her silver
And her gold,
In a furnace;
Being refined.

Im her footsteps,
Her sun, and moon,
Though she only
Hides me in her
Room; where
She can only
Find.

Im her pathway
And her sign;
And now the
Path is barren-
She let it go,
Though I do
Know, im
Her shadow
She left behind.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry