Visitor

To see her sleep you would think her dead for not a single muscle was moving from toe to head Long brown hair fanned out upon the bed hands resting gently upon the bedspread What must be going on within her mind so still is she fake or is she real Tiptoe lightly up to her face listen for her breathing but there is no trace Looking at her chest, it's as still as can be There's no rising up and down, only sitting still so silently Bend over and touch her cheek and see if she is warm the warmth you feel fills you with alarm Backing out the room you feel you must escape for this creature cannot be from earth's landscape What could have brought her to this silent room Is she here plotting earth's final doom The door you finally reach and turn back to see the beautiful woman staring back at thee Without speaking you become her tool with eyes of blazing blue she starts to command you Together you walk into the night clasping hands together you disappear from sight.