The stranger stood across the room.
His stare, like ice, penetrating my gloom.
I didn't want company. Not that night
I didn't find him a welcoming sight.
And yet here He stood. In my space
His intentions clear, upon his face.
He turned to me, with murderous glare
And I, in turn, returned his stare.
He looked me up. He looked me down.
His forehead creasing beneath his frown.
But I would not be intimidated,
His prescence here, had me frustrated.
Who was he, to invade my haunt.
This man standing here, this figure so guant.
His fingers clenched, his blade he raised.
So that was his plan. I wasn't fazed.
He screamed, his rage, a battle cry.
But I just smiled and passed him by.
He stopped. He froze, then turned around.
Unsure whether to run or stay his ground.
He looked at his weapon, feeling unsure.
Was he the hunter or I the lure?
I looked in his eyes and saw the evil there.
There was none in this world for whom he'd care.
This man was rotten, to the core
I was filled with a feeling of abhor.
I turned to him, with voice silken and soft
Said 'Leave now Stranger or feel my wroth'
He remained there, the threat was known
So I considered the guantlet thrown
If only I, had hid that smile.
If only I'd hid my mirth for a little while
But he saw and so he ran. Off into the night
His body shaking, his face white.
And I just shrugged and returned to my tomb
Amidst the darkness. Amidst the gloom
