The Knock at the Window Pane
Self worth as we perceive
In the darkness, I hear but a whistle from the wind
The gentle knocking on the window, causes me to look with disdain.
Who or what is knocking this late?
Who or what is disturbing my window pane?
With but a grunt and a bustle, I climb from my bed
Stumbling with a look of resentment upon my face
I make my way to the shadows of my room
As I scuffle and shuffle from place, to place
I see but a figure, staring through the glass
I can't make it out but scared I am not
The darkness only closes in more as I approach
The once cool night now turning hot
The temperature rising, now the figure becomes clear
The reddest eyes you will wish not to see
As I walk faster to my window, clear it will be
Separating what is closed of my curtains
I struggle to comprehend what it is that I see
What do I feel, what do I witness?
What is so clear staring back at me?
Clear it may be but confused is my mind
The darkness engulfs my room, my window
Never have I witnessed the making of such evil
As the shadow starts to grow
Approaching I was but now I am there
Opening the window to it's unruly smirk
I stutter and stumble over my words
Yet it knows not what I speak, its gangly dark lurk
Yes lurk is the word, as it hovels over me
Yet in this room it is not
Yet close almost inside of myself
It starts to grumble and spread like a blot
"What do you want?" I suddenly shout
Never afraid of the answer I so much have longed
In these moments that served to me a lifetime
I felt abandoned but alive and so very wronged
No answer it chose to give
Only that same smirk with the reddest eyes you will see
I know I say this like echoes in a cave
Yet it makes me feel like no words I have spoken before
I feel scared and violated but so very brave.
"What do you want?" I shout a little louder
No reaction, just disdain
The same feelings I had as I hovelled from my bed
Now intrigue and excitement is turning to pain.
Suddenly when I feel that all hope is lost
I see the crispness of its lips start to move
"Not what but who is what you should ask," It replied
"You have so much more to prove"
Reaching out to touch its hand
I suddenly began to shiver
No longer was there a shadow in my view
The truth of it made my skin quiver
Alone I was as I turned back to my bed
Only turning to touch my window pain
Alone again in my darkened room
Walking back to my bed with disdain