Night Shade of the Willow (Part 1)
Clouds curl
around the moon
as if trying to seize it
and their hanging low in the air,
seeming to almost
brush the top of my head.
That old irony taste
lingers again
in my mouth,
the feeding will come.
And so my seeking
begins anew,
diving through the shadows
that hold me
in a lover’s embrace
sending me images
of the presences
I come across,
allowing me
to touch their souls
to find the right one.
I feel a pull
to the south
and off I head
seeing my prey
in my mind’s eye,
tasting her scent
on the air.
Standing beneath the expanse
of a towering willow
I look over her house,
nothing special,
like any other,
it seems she has company,
no matter
it’s just more
to quench
my bloodlust.
I move from
shadow to shadow
through the house,
taking in
the ambiance
of it all,
there’s four,
including her,
in the living room
around the fireplace.
I materialize
behind the couch
in the middle of the room,
whipping my arms down
I bind her
and another
in steel like
tendrils of darkness,
the chorus
of screams
start immediately,
on cue,
wrapping me
in their fear,
tickling me
under the chin.
One of the others
goes to run,
I swing
my left arm
throwing out
another band
ensnaring them,
the last is more brazen
coming behind me
with the fire poker,
thinking to
bash in my skull.
As the downswing starts
I face them
without turning,
merely redirecting
the blackness that’s me
like my body
turned inside out.
Keeping myself
semi-tangible
the weapon
passes right through me
and as that moment
of realization
appears on his face
I lash out
tearing it clean off,
well maybe not clean,
but definitely off
bursting one
of his eyeballs
and the howls of terror
resume in full force.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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