Thursday, March 30, 2017

BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT



He comes in the night for me.
He is much too strong for me.
His beauty I can only see.
His evil is hidden from me.
I do not see his grotesque face.
Only his mask he puts in place.
Take me with you now in the night.
To me you’re a beautiful sight.
He lifts me high into the air.
And whisks me away to his lair.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist