Watchers Clad in Black

I hear them creep and shift,
Go bump in the night,
Play with their robes.
They are clad in black,

I see shadows
And I feel their vacant eyes
And I tremble at the thought
Of their frigid fingers
Reaching out
My mind tells me they slither and writhe like a mass of vipers
And grasp me tighter and tighter
Holding me in their fangs
Never letting me go,
Their darkness sticking to me
Their venom poisoning me.

But they only watch.
They are mere shadows.
For them, watching is all they know
And it is enough.


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