23

Night's dark veil falls upon a couple's encounter on a glistening backstreet
the clatter of heels, the chime of laughter, peel off the jacket.
Too young and carefree, too consumed in passion to even blink
as Venus casts her shadow.
Creatures of the night awake!
The creeper,
we bid it farewell but still it returns, the ghastly blighter.
The cloaked one,
unidentifiable, slinks like a practiced predator and has hands that seize.
And the one that waits in slumber,
making neither sound nor movement
only sleeps and waits,
waits...
to drag them to their death bed.

© 2010 Florence Challender