My Footsteps Echo

Response to a challenge to use ten words

MY FOOTSTEPS ECHO

I stand, hiding in the shadows

breathing slowly, I await my prize

My flat black robe with hood and belt

My face a mask, my hand on scythe

Her figure strolls the shadowed street

Drunkenly approaching my lair

I step out, calmly strike my pose

I savor the moonlit wet air

I stand before her, a promise

That precious moment that I crave

Her mouth a rictus of surprise 

Her thoughts of situation grave

The moment stretches to action

No digging, no dragging, no chase 

Wild eyes dart for cover or escape

Just a clean sweep of scythe through space

In her I see your sneering face

A powerful joyous revulsion

throat-ripping, primal, panicked screaming

Victim to a deadly compulsion

I study your bloody corpse

I turn my back, consider the tally

Moon sparkling in a pool of blood

My slow footsteps echo up the alley

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

You naughty poet papaed! You must post this to our contest so people can see it! It's too good to miss reviews on! Thank you for a wonderful read!

Here's the link....it closes tomorrow, so be quick! (the 10th my date, you might have a bit longer)

http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/HELENA%27S-TEN-WORDS-POETRY-CONTEXT/51140/

[papaed]

I thought I did post it to the contest. I'll try again.

[Helen Crutchett]

Oh, good! Thanks dear poet!

[Terpsichore]

Shades of the Ripper! Ten words well employed. T

[~]

Ugh... too scary.. chilled my blood. You have done a terrifying job with those words.

[Ana D S M]

Very dark and eerie but superbly written.
Enjoyed your writing,