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
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