The NIght's Macabre

‘Bye!’ she said, as she left his place,
She did her shoe lace, left and then right,
And set for home at a quick pace.
In the dead of the night,

The alleys were full of emptiness,
As she folded her arms to fight the cold,
She wished to feel the warm fuzziness,
Like that of his arms around her at his abode.

She reminisced the day, due to end soon,
As she paced through the streets,
Lit up by the light of the moon,
Pondering over life’s victories and defeats.

She looked over her shoulder,
Someone seemed to be stalking her,
She decided not to shudder,
Better to show confidence than fear.

She glanced to the alley to her right,
She caught the silhouette of a man,
Surely with her in his sight,
In the middle of the night, she ran.
She ran, her life depended on it,
But the man was never far behind,
Unable to find a street that was lit,
She prayed to every God she could find.

He was getting near,
Her breath was getting short,
Her screams fell on every deaf ear,
She was lonelier than she thought.

She stopped, unable to evade,
He inched towards the girl,
As she stood accepting her fate,
Waiting for the horror to unfurl.

His long arms reached,
As she tried to back away,
‘Help me!’, silently she beseeched,
Not having a word to say.

As he made contact, she felt fear,
Then her hesitation disappeared,
The warmth seemed familiar,
In the light of the moon, his face appeared.
A familiar face, the last one she saw,
They stood, together, in the middle of the night,
The chill in her arms began to thaw,
In the darkness, she saw the light.

She asked, ‘Why did you follow me?’
He whispered softly, ‘I love you’
And wanted to see,
How the moon pales in comparison to you.’