My mind a fog of deepest gray

My thoughts lay curled

His glacial touch invades my trance

Terror, a shock like immersion in arctic waters quakes my body

Like a million tiny nazis goose stepping through my veins

My head whips round to see his face

A distorted image as if seen through smoky lenses

Unblinking eyes and pallid skin angled cheekbones, skeletal limbs

Dressed in black, reflection of his tainted soul

His thin line mouth turns up in mockery

Hissing like hell's serpent he calls to me...