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A Faceless Thing I Cannot Name

A faceless terror rides through the dark.

I cannot see-

I cannot touch,

This form.

A great, looming figure,

Sporting a face,

I must work,

To depict,

Through opaque darkness.

He, then, imprints,

An immortal stamp,

On my brain.

This face I shall,

Forget not.

The hood is down now,

I can see,

I can see.

A huge white skull,

Taut skin,

Forming the lips,

Of a clown’s appearance.

The skin,

Is so tightly pressed,

To the bone,

I wonder at the smile,

Enormous, teardrop eyes.

I start to shake,

Shivering against the wet cold,

My shoulders are bare . . .

This rider has seen me.

He comes to a stop.

As it advances,

Towards me,

I scream.

I have never before seen anything so dreadful.

This skeletal creature,

Happier than ever,

Sadder, then I could imagine.

How will I make peace,

With those eyes,

Yet happy overall appearance?

Reluctant, forever afraid,

Of that face?

Still my nemesis-

Or is he really an enemy?

Rides through the dark,

With me always trying to dodge him.

Will I ever be able to face this man?

I never expected anything from him,

But expectations,

Do not seem to count.

I pray that his smile,

Will never form a kiss,

And yet,

Wish that I did not seek one.

Why must I always be out in the dark?

Why do my feet flee when I hear his horse?

Both at the same time.

My heart and my mind,

Spar with each other.

How I hate-

Indecisiveness.