THE WATCHER

The watcher sits in a darkened room
He stares into the growing gloom,
A yellow glow winks into sight
As she turns on her bedroom light.

So many nights he's spent this way
In contemplation of his prey,
In ignorance she gets undressed
He revels in her nakedness.

She takes her nightdress from the bed
She slips it slowly o'er her head,
It hides her body from his sight
Ends the show for one more night.

But this night will not be the same
The watcher plans a different game,
He leaves his place by the window sill
Tonight he seeks a greater thrill.

A dark shape flits across the street
It runs on deadly silent feet,
Quieter than the quietest mouse
It quickly slides aback the house.

The bathroom window's nearly shut
She thought the latch would hold it but,
There's gap enough to slide his blade
He snaps the lock, his entrance made.

No light shows beneath her door
He listens a moment to make quite sure,
Slowly, slowly he swings it wide
The sounds of sleep come from inside.

To her bed the monster slips
A smile plays on her sleeping lips,
He holds his knife above her breast
There is no need to tell the rest.

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