The Morrigan. (lorna's poem)

What's that you see, out of the corner of your eye?

The shadow on the wall, that's not quite right.

The thing that moves, in the dark of night.

The feeling inside, thats worse than fright.

Thats me.

   The crocodiles grin, the sharks dead eye.

The lightening that splits the dark stormy sky.

The houses they built, where the flood plains lie.

That's me.

   Think again, if you thought you'd escaped my grip.

I'm patient, i'll wait. One day, you'll slip.

The bend in the road.

The kerb you don't see.

I'll be waiting, that'll be me.

   The day you'll be old, and you've run your race.

Whats more to be done, but look death in its face.

That's me.