In the dead of the night
She appeared in different forms
As a dog, a cat or a bat
But the eyes were the same
Staring, unblinking, unmoving
Striking unspeakable dread
Disengaging his muscles from his brain
As he cowered immobilized by fear
Wishing instant death
A thousand death is better than the horror
The shape-shifter’s eyes could bring,
As they bore through his bones
Creep on his skin
Burn into his soul
He pleaded for her forgiveness
For taking advantage of her youth and innocence
A married man seducing her student
In a little-known school
In a little-known place
He can’t endure the terror
Why won’t she suck out his breath
Drink his blood
Extinguish his life
Take his soul
He pleaded and begged
But the witch remained deaf and mute
Followed him to places he sought refuge
Continued to appear in the dead of the night.
