Cyn's Poetry Collection - 3. Faceless Person

Faceless Person

Who is this person I see?
I see him in my dreams.
I have not seen his face,
Because we are always in a dark place.
It's me who this faceless person wants;
My dreams in which he haunts.
This faceless person always seems to be waiting...
Waiting for me to be sleeping.
He comes towards me, his pace slow.
On his right shoulder is a pitch-black crow.
His hand slowly reaches for the silvery object in the crow's beak.
Neither of us has yet to speak.
He grasps the object's handle as it comes into view.
Its eerie glow makes the old, rusty dagger look new.
He slowly raises the knife.
I know he wants to take my life.
He keeps drawing ever closer...
And I step back a little further.
He is right in front of me now.
I know I must escape somehow.
The faceless person lets the hand grasping the dagger fall.
I drop down to my hands and knees and quickly begin to crawl,
The shining blade just barely missing.
The crow morphs into a snake and starts hissing.
Bumping into a tall, gnarly tree,
The ground scraping my knees,
Whilst his image gets ever further away.
Leaning back against the tree I stay.
Then I look up and see him,
The glow of his dagger now dim.
He swings his dagger at me once more.
I grasp my chest tightly as I fall to the floor.
That's when I wake,
Believing it was all fake.
I lower my gaze to my bloodstained hands,
Wondering where on earth I am.
Was that really real?
It really was my life that he tried to steal...
The faceless person tried and succeeded.
I don't think I even pleaded.
Now my life has come to an end.
I have a small funeral to attend.
I fall back to the ground
While my body fades away without making a sound.
And now I'm gone....
Gone to sing a song...
The song of Death....
Life is just one bit test.

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