Master of Shadows

a master of suspense, a teller of dread he wove his tales where shadows tread with cameras rolling and stories tight he painted fear in the blackest light a train in the night, a stranger’s glance he’d twist the ordinary into a dance of danger lurking, unseen yet near the thrill of the unknown, the taste of fear a flock of birds, once harmless, now dire a shower curtain veils the assassin’s fire his genius lay in the slow, sharp tease making hearts race with the faintest breeze oh, hitchcock, maestro of cinema’s art you gripped our minds, played with our hearts each twist, each turn, a crafted delight your tales still haunt, in the dimmest night with wit and wisdom, a master’s touch you showed us thrillers could be so much not just blood, but the psyche’s maze a storyteller’s crown, forever ablaze Serling vs Roddenberry vs Hitchcock Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tom Woody