Mid-Night Supper

There is a man,

That is haunting the dark,

And when I’m sitting in the night,

I feel his falling footsteps, fall behind me,

I spin around, to find no one,

No One,

Is it a One, to start with?

Probably not,

The pitiless black that fills my vision

The night hides many men, from the light,

But does light reveal everything you could see,



In your short life, you live a short time,

So, I will

Make this short,

The shadow in the night that you create, is

Much harder to drive out with light,

Than the dark that wasn’t invited

For a mid night supper.