he’s watching

waiting

plotting

he wants to catch me off guard

snatch me away

with his claws

and drag me to his lair

hes made of dust and shadows

and he lurks under the cover

of tree branches and leaves

snaking through the rows of flowers

pink and purple and yellow

disturbed by his sinister intentions

the fog rolls around his ankles

pooling around his feet

i feel him getting closer

with each step i take

he takes two

i run and stumble

as he gets closer

the fog following him

i keep stepping away

but he keeps getting closer

and closer

and-