He..... Poem by valsala shan

He steals into the dark of the night….
Swooping down on wings of silent terror…
He stalks the pathways of alleys in a ghostly vision…
Preying on the guilty, sucking on the life blood of contempt…

He is everywhere, yet invisible is his presence to all…
He is neither humble nor arrogant….
He waits for no one as he waits for someone…
He is the king of ten and the joker of twenty one…

Life is the chess board of movements in time..
The bishop is down, the knight is up…
The king sits alone and the queen is the true ruler…
He moves the pieces at the flick of his fingers…

Pawns are we in this game of his….
He is the master planner and the manipulator…
He alone reins in destiny to the chariots of chaos…
He is the unseen beauty of the dark terror….

He alone is triumph and victor in the game…