The Quiet Evening
The time was half-past midnight.
A clock ticked on the wall.
I took my blanket to my side,
As I sat aglow the fireside.
The wind's chill was a calming,
Comfort. Serenity. Peace.
Through those windows I did yet see,
A man's face unknown to me.
As it came, it left the same.
No trace of body still remained.
Was it a ghost or just my mind?
I knew not what it was in kind.
I turned back to the clock as it ticked,
Was it true? Had I been tricked?
Who was this man? Why did he come?
Is his purpose to make me wonder?
Paranoia sets in.
His foolery has left me speechless,
What am I to address?
I turned my head to the window once more.
There he is!
He came back!
Still no body that's intact.
His face is just floating there.
Staring at me with intent stare.
"What do you want from me?" I cry.
There he stayed not once batting an eye.
"Go away, leave me be. If you have no business here with me!"
He vanished again with no response.
Perhaps this haunt was just his taunt.
The mockery of human fear.
After his trick he came not near.
I was alone again, by my fire.
I was left to ponder the man's true desire.
