| Him Part Two I awoke screaming still Wondering if he did me kill. Seeing as I still intact, Wanting not to belabor fact, Of deeper thoughts my mind did fill. Had this horror vision been An omen of the wildest dream? Now is my soul troubled. Not just once but even doubled. Had it been just what it seemed? Those glowing eyes of light blue steel Like light from outside window sill. Lying in the silent black, Still can feel claws in back. Hope not through window come he will. Through the window not he came For he or that was dream by name. Barely breathing, nearly choking, I wonder what meant he in croaking, "Know or know not--tis the same"? |