The Man

There is a man that stalks you at night.

He follows you, waiting for a chance to take a bite.

If you see him, you best run from fright,

Because this man, you can not fight.

I suggest you hide in your house and lock up tight.

When you're safe and sound, stay still and resist flight.

Stay in your room, even under day's sight.

Because the man, even watches in the light.

Reviews

[J.Arthur.B]

I feel you have growth with your resent post comparing it against this one. in form and shape
hope you'd understand this is actually a compliment.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Thank you?

[Calamity]

You're familiar with my ex-boyfriend I see. Lovely fellow...
Chilly feelings evoked here, and bad memories.
So glad he glad he got hit by a bus.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

A bus? My, how fun!
*reads my poem again*
Hmmm... A farie

[Calamity]

Yeah, he was a fairy. Full of black magic.
The bus was just great timing...

[The Poet of Black Wings]

There is no such things as black magic. Only magic and fear.

[Calamity]

Fine. Have it your way... It's your poem.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

That's simply a fact. I'm not really talking about your people. This poem is also less about stalkers and more about... The things hidden in the dark.
I was thinking of a farie when I wrote it, but It's about more than him.

[Calamity]

Oh, chill. So defensive.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

I take my work seriously. I've no time for "high school" drama... Only theater drama.

[Calamity]

Clearly we're not getting along.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

These things do happen... I can be rather.... Abrasive.