Someone creeping in her rose bushes,

The hustle of leaves through the weeping of the wind

Someone whom She had never met, an unfamiliar presence

A chill runs down her bent spine,

Burning the little hope on life she had

The hairs on her back stood up, a standing ovation,

In fear or reverence, she could not tell which

She fumbles her way to the window,

In hope to get a glimpse of this Eerie Presence

Through which she could see the reflection of her,

Her leathery skin, her silver mane

She was once a majestic creature, so full of life

She feels Him, drawing closer to her

An Invisible Stalker, creeping upon her

Waiting for when she is most vulnerable,

When she least expects Him, though she knows He will come

A sudden sting, an excruciating pain accumulate on her chest

An invisible string, pulling her out of this withered shell

She could feel His cold hands, wrapping around her gingerly

She gave in to His malicious acts,

It was justifiable, what He was doing to her

She wasn’t His first victim, most certainly not last

There was a thud on the wooden floor as something fell over

She looked behind, to see it lying on the cold floor

The capsule that contained her, now resting lifelessly

She took His cold hand, and left it all there,

As she walked in hand in hand with Him,

The chilling Arms of Death.

Submission by Anonymous