Shinigami
I am the one,
he that hides
from moonbeams,
dances and revels,
in the naked darkness.
A creak in the next room
when the lights go out,
I am shadow fears
and cold sweat
nightmares.
I am the one,
the determination
that draws you
to the platform’s edge
in anticipation of
the coming train’s approach.
The flash of polished steel
against your wrist,
I am emboldened
in the blood.
I am the one,
the trepidation and shiver
as you walk alone at night,
the eyes that rake the cityscape
and the whisper of surrender.
The voice of Emma
is my herald,
if you hear the call
prepare.
SMG
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