P O E T R Y
Face in the Woods
If the id could take a form, what dark shape would it be?
I saw a face in the woods tonight
glowing pale in the failing light
someone here where the twilight lives
in the hour after the sun fire dims
A watcher from Cimmerian mists
concealed within the Stygian gloom
footfalls stop with mine, no more
unsure what I’m listening for
My pace quickens with my heart
someone breathing is what I hear
prepared I was for bear and beast
here a threat I deeply fear
Spectral trace of path I follow
glancing back I see no sign
but a presence I feel, a rangy seething
close by, waiting, biding time
I will not lead this thing on home
My castle not to reveal!
I will stay out with the night as bed
sheltered here inside my head
Mad thoughts with the darkness come
If the id could take a form,
what dark shape would it be?
And is that what is trailing me?
