He runs his fingertips along her cheek,
Ever so careful and delicately.
While the smile on his face screams meek,
His eyes look at her suggestively.
His cold death glare brings fear to her eyes,
Something she doesn’t want him to see.
Then he takes her by surprise. . .
And smirks at her with glee.
Her mind goes blank, she becomes lost,
Her vision so impaired.
She’s now aware of the cost
Of being so unprepared.
Her eyelids open,
She’s suddenly safe at home.
No longer is she mopin’,
She realizes she’s no longer in his dome.
It wasn’t a reality,
It was something that tricked her to his lair.
It was mistaken a fatality,
Nothing more than a nightmare.





 
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