In the middle of the night
The slow scratch
Of my long slender claws
At the entrance
To your home
Sets the soul to shiver
the body to quake
Forgotten when you awake
Almost
But I have not gone away

I never go away

every time you turn a corner
and think you see
a shadow not your own
that’s not a trick of the eye
that’s the darkest demon ya ever dreamed
come out to play
to take you away
to the end of all things

The God of Fate and the God of Free Will
Found themselves in a bar
Will said, “Let’s get drunk tonight.”
Fate replied, “We already are.”

Undressed of flesh
naked and refreshed
Slip into something more comfortable
like a cloud based species
maybe ants or bumble bees
and dance to the melodies of sunlight on the window pane