The Visitor

The Visitor I can feel his coming a chill in the air the clock chimes Watching the embers glow as the fire slowly dies I wait, I wait midnight will soon approach ,the clock louder now Not knowing his time of arrival, dare i look the drapes pulled, shutters closed surely will not keep him away Gazing from my bed i can see the moon and all it reveals no one yet comes The fire casts strange shadows upon the wall I shudder to think of my visitor shaking from fear or cold pulling the blanket closer Will he be a man in black I think I shall know him when he approaches my gate No knock will be given at my door when he arrives for he knows his way chiming twelve the clock ticks on I wait