The Watcher
By: JoAnna Martin

In the dead of night I prowl about,
preparing for my next feed,
when I feel the presence of a silent one,
waiting for me to carry out the evil deed. 
You wait for me to carelessly reveal
the truth behind all my lies.
You wait for me to release it all to you,
as I remove myself from my disguise. 
You want proof of my existence,
and what better way than this?
To linger about until I let my guard down
and give you time to witness my deadly kiss.
A silent vigil you keep on me
from the arrival  of dusk until dawn.
But as soon as the sun peeks over the horizon,
you blink and then I am gone.
I have outstanding will power.
You truly underestimate me.
I can easily wait another day 
for the rapture of my feed.
Never will you see my hunt
for I am much to clever to leave a clue.
Never will you see my kill
until my victim is you! 


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