The naked eye.

The naked eye:

Walking alone down a secluded country lane,
the silvery moon in a cloudless sky high above.
The cold wind rustling the leaves in the trees.
An owl hooting in the distance.

Not another soul in sight.
Dark and mysterious shadows creeping around me.
I feel a dark presence following and watching me,
keeping it's distance all the time behind me.

Friend or foe, I do not know?
But an un-nerving presence that
makes my hairs all stand on end.
Feeling cold shivers running down my spine.

I have a feeling that it is an unfriendly presence,
I'm like prey being stalked for some purpose.
I hurry and quicken my pace to rid myself of this
terrible dreaded and uneasy feeling.

All this time this presence is following and watching,
as though it were waiting for the right time.
The right place to do it's evil and unspeakable deed,
to deal out it's evil ways.

My heartbeat quickens and begins to race,
as cold sweat now covers my forehead.
I still feel the naked eye,
looking, staring and burning into my back.

Steven Beesley (c)