I lie down and wait.
He's coming.
I can feel him.
Loving the light that darkness brings.
Along my spine he slides.
Along my heart he rides.
Cunning and skilled.
If I twitch, he goes for the kill.
With time I understood,
However theatrical,
However brutal,
To simply let him pass.
For there is one rule:
If I do not move,
He cannot strike,
He must leave my sight.