Skinwalker

In the dark forest beware the friendly voice, for you don’t quite remember how it got there, do you? Without further ado…

Suppose I had forgotten in my long bliss

that creeping embrace

of nullifying devastation.

As I walked along and atop those warm, sunny stones of mirth,

there lurked beneath a vile contempt

whose insipid nature hid its birth.

I awake again in the dark

surrounded by cool sweat and stillness of breath,

a reminder of things so stark.

Beyond the the window pane

does one Shadow take my eye.

Misshapen, and wrong, and ill in pain.

The shape of an antler,

the glint of an eye,

and my fear I wished I could stand her.

Speak again in that voice I knew.

In all my terror, for a moment

I was blue.