James Jones

The Spectre

Breaking through my window.
Walking to my bed.
The dark ancestral Spectre.
He'll leave you all for dead.
He want's to save a life.
He'll take one if he must.
He wants to save his greatgranddaughter.
From a life unjust.
He wants a life for a life
But he'll take even more.
He's taking from the rich in life.
And giving to the poor.
His shadow moves across the wall.
His feet across the floor.
I know it won't be long now.
I'm not running to the door.
I know that if I go that way.
There's little I can do.
Cos there's nowhere you can go.
When he's got his claws in you.
He's standing there
I'm lying here.
He knows I'm not asleep.
He whispers so that I can hear.
His voice is rough and course.
'Your end is soon upon you now
You've had time enough
Your nobody special pal
No diamond in the rough
I'll give you one last chance to run
To set yourself free'
I turn towards his hooded face.
'Come and get me'

Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 19, 2005

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  • Janice M Pickett (3/25/2005 2:00:00 PM)

    What did you do to make him angry? ? ? Please tell.


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