I watch him

I watch him from across the hall
He has no knowledge I'm here at all
He casually saunters past my door
Along the polished squeaky floor
He jokes with friends, I hear his laugh
I even have his photograph

I watch him from across the way
He does not know how long I'll stay
How long I'll wait to see his face
How long I'll hide here in this place 
He turns my way, but does not see
Caught up in his frivolity 

I watch him going down the stair
Hiding in a new found lair
I listen to his heartbeat flutter
He finally sees and starts to stutter
The bleakness of the sharpened blade
His face a picture, so afraid

I get impatient waiting now
The time to take my final bow
The plotting done, the plan in motion 
He'll get to see my true devotion
Idling the time away
Until I take him down as prey
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