The Rape Of Isobel.
He slinks through the city,
all alone.
The moon is high,
the light is gone.
He has no safety,
he has no home.
Where will he go,
when the night is long?
He goes to her,
as he always does.
He feels safe,
as though he's loved.
He climbs the oak,
outside her window.
This is where he belongs,
because this is all he knows.
This is where he stays,
all through the night.
Perched in the branches,
steadied with all his might.
As he watches her sleep,
he does not feel guilty.
Hidden behind stone,
his emotions are a mystery.
She tosses and turns,
feeling eyes on her.
Though she does not wake,
she lets out a sot whimper.
She is frightened,
even in her dreams.
She does not know him,
doesn't know what this means.
His eyes like two lights illuminated,
even in the dark.
He has watched her,
left his mark.
Now he feels responsible,
he has to finish the job.
So this is where he stays,
all night long.
The sun touches the horizon,
and she awakes.
She feels as though somethings wrong,
her mind aches.
She tries to find the reason,
for her taut nerves.
She looks out the window,
eying the oaks hollow curves.
She does not know why,
but this tree upsets her.
There is a branch just outside her window,
that curves towards her.
She shivers,
and turns away.
It is all her imagination, she assures,
it's just another day.
She soon forgets,
about the ominous tree.
Caught up in the activities of the day,
she still feels free.
But she is not,
because there is still him.
The one who watches her sleep,
watches from the tree limb.
Night has fallen,
the air is icy.
This does not stop him,
because he is lonely.
So he slithers back to her,
this is where he feels needed.
She wants him to leave,
but her wishes were not heeded.
She feels it again,
as the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
With a gasp, she wakes,
seeing the two eyes glowing like nickles.
She is frightened,
now that she knows.
She wishes she was still ignorant.
She wants to hide under the bed clothes.
Lithe as a tiger,
he moves.
Now that she knows,
he can't leave any clues.
Through the open window,
he jumps.
Not making a sound,
not even a thump.
He has done this before,
and he knows what to do.
He doesn't let her scream,
kicking her with his shoe.
She falls to the floor,
with a muffled cry.
He advances on her,
an evil glint in his eye.
It is done,
and he is safe.
He was not caught.
The moon was setting, it was late.
He walks down the street,
only pausing to enter a store.
In the privacy of the bathroom,
he washes his hands, the only cure.
The blood runs down the sink,
and he feels the restlessness begin to ensue.
He knows it won't be long before,
he will need another girl to choose.
When he watches from the shadows,
he feels as though he's needed.
He never had a safe home,
so this is how he heals it.
He slinks through the city,
all alone.
The moon is high,
the light is gone.
He has no safety,
he has no home.
Where will he go,
when the night is long?
all alone.
The moon is high,
the light is gone.
He has no safety,
he has no home.
Where will he go,
when the night is long?
He goes to her,
as he always does.
He feels safe,
as though he's loved.
He climbs the oak,
outside her window.
This is where he belongs,
because this is all he knows.
This is where he stays,
all through the night.
Perched in the branches,
steadied with all his might.
As he watches her sleep,
he does not feel guilty.
Hidden behind stone,
his emotions are a mystery.
She tosses and turns,
feeling eyes on her.
Though she does not wake,
she lets out a sot whimper.
She is frightened,
even in her dreams.
She does not know him,
doesn't know what this means.
His eyes like two lights illuminated,
even in the dark.
He has watched her,
left his mark.
Now he feels responsible,
he has to finish the job.
So this is where he stays,
all night long.
The sun touches the horizon,
and she awakes.
She feels as though somethings wrong,
her mind aches.
She tries to find the reason,
for her taut nerves.
She looks out the window,
eying the oaks hollow curves.
She does not know why,
but this tree upsets her.
There is a branch just outside her window,
that curves towards her.
She shivers,
and turns away.
It is all her imagination, she assures,
it's just another day.
She soon forgets,
about the ominous tree.
Caught up in the activities of the day,
she still feels free.
But she is not,
because there is still him.
The one who watches her sleep,
watches from the tree limb.
Night has fallen,
the air is icy.
This does not stop him,
because he is lonely.
So he slithers back to her,
this is where he feels needed.
She wants him to leave,
but her wishes were not heeded.
She feels it again,
as the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
With a gasp, she wakes,
seeing the two eyes glowing like nickles.
She is frightened,
now that she knows.
She wishes she was still ignorant.
She wants to hide under the bed clothes.
Lithe as a tiger,
he moves.
Now that she knows,
he can't leave any clues.
Through the open window,
he jumps.
Not making a sound,
not even a thump.
He has done this before,
and he knows what to do.
He doesn't let her scream,
kicking her with his shoe.
She falls to the floor,
with a muffled cry.
He advances on her,
an evil glint in his eye.
It is done,
and he is safe.
He was not caught.
The moon was setting, it was late.
He walks down the street,
only pausing to enter a store.
In the privacy of the bathroom,
he washes his hands, the only cure.
The blood runs down the sink,
and he feels the restlessness begin to ensue.
He knows it won't be long before,
he will need another girl to choose.
When he watches from the shadows,
he feels as though he's needed.
He never had a safe home,
so this is how he heals it.
He slinks through the city,
all alone.
The moon is high,
the light is gone.
He has no safety,
he has no home.
Where will he go,
when the night is long?