Watcher

Made of nightmares and thin air.
The darkened pools beneath the trees
The movement no-one fully sees
The stairwell dark which stares right back
The water deep, and hungered black
The closet face which haunts your sleep
The hands which ever-closer creep

Born was I without a soul
Your godspark sucked can make me whole
Just for the night, then I must fade
A kiss for life-force: this my trade.

The lesser horror is that I
Am shunned and fool the human eye
But greater horror's truth is this:
Tonight YOU'RE chosen for my kiss.

So when the lamplight's seeming pale
And door protects to no avail
Through your keyhole
The glint of eye
Will warn you that I'm calling by.