In the dead of night, there came a whisper.
The voice
Came from an unseen source;
Soft and deep,
And intentionally alluring.
My name
Dripped softly off his tongue;
Which was sharp and malicious
Like a knife
Yet his voice
Soft and pleading;
A beguiling sound
That no one's safe from.
I made no move
I made no sound
I gave no reassurance
That I was around.
But he knew I was
And I knew he did.
So when he called out to me again
I was not surprised.
My name
Came sharper
Like a blatant threat
As it rolled off his tongue
Yet again
Like liquid silver dancing softly
To the chimes of ominous cathedral bells.
And in the dead of night,
When there came a whisper,
I reached out to it blindly.
And in the dead of night,
When there came a whisper,
The world as I knew it simply
Ceased to exist.