Pic, pic, pic;

The water is falling,

The clouds are grieving –

A storm is about to start.

 

Here I am staying

Near the window,

Hoping to catch

A glimpse in the dark.

 

The ghosts are waiting,

Just outside the window;

But I am not

Afraid of the unknown.

…

A mischievous smile,

A dull pair of eyes,

A monstrous face

Appears in the night.

 

The lighting strikes

And my mouth dries;

Still, I take praise

For keeping my stance.

 

But you’re aware of me

And of my anxiety,

Perhaps that’s why

You come and hug me.

 

Your threatening warmth

Showers me,

And your arms seem

More like a cage;

 

But I’ve never felt

Safer in my life,

Nor will I ever

Feel this way.

 

The monster starts

Laughing in low, dark tone;

I flutter my eyes –

I hope he will be gone.

 

You come even closer,

And I can’t help smiling

When I feel your breath

Down on my neck.

 

“It will soon be over,”

You tell me;

But I am still wondering

“Would it be?”

…

A thunderclap echoes

In the silent room;

Everything feels different

But I don’t know thanks to whom.

 

The monster is no longer

In front of me;

The sun is about

To wake up.

 

I raise my eyes

Involuntarily,

Maybe there really is

Such a thing as divinity.