: About Me

A shadow flees through the night Swift and stealthy A demon with glowing red eyes She stops in front of a bistro Moves in, closing in on her prey No one will escape her tonight She is not seen, this demon shadow and no one runs in fear Nor do they notice her presence Instead they sit and chat and sip their lattes She slips inside without opening the door Searching for someone anyone to serve as prey Her chosen prey is the young poet sitting alone scribbling in her notebook the words flowing from brain to pen to paper Suddenly the flow stops As the shadow enters her soul This young poet can...