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DEAD ROSES

The streets are clear and quiet
Not a single soul in sight.
The streetlights shine on pavement.
The moon adds illumination
To all the silent buildings.
Boldly I stalk the sidewalk,
And I know I’m not alone.
A dark angel follows my steps.
Shadow to shadow and I smile.
Feeling his eyes upon my back.
Feeling the menace in his gaze.
My blood heats up and the Hunt is on.
Control my fear, do not run.
No point in hope, he knows mercy not.
To die with dignity I must.
There is no justice, just us.
The storefront window reflects his face.
I watch him for a moment.
Such tragic eyes, his predator’s smile.
His pointed teeth, a beautiful face.
A deadly game and Im not afraid.
Death looks me in the eye, time stops.
A willing sacrifice I turn around
To face my fate, he is gone.
Dead roses lay on the ground.

-Cherilyn Formanek, (1995)

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