Stalker

I pictured something maybe out a Slipknot video when I wrote this? Perhaps birthed from some of the books I've read. Anyway, enjoy

Stalker
Stephen Frerichs

I walk these woods

Because I was never understood

In the woods I escape

Into my dances, shadows I drape

Over these woods, these trees

I bring fear – and travelers freeze

They heard me

They look about – as if I’d let them see

My hiding place

But they’re terrified anyway, and away they race

Occasionally – for fun

I’ll come out – let them think their time is done

A few scattered leaves

Presumably tossed in the breeze

But imagination plays its tricks

And in their mind, realization clicks

Those leaves were moved

Their consciousness knows I’ve proved

That I exist

Somehow they think they’re on my list

All I want is some fun, enjoyment

But they think killing intent is evident

Running, sprinting, I follow

Chasing, an exaggerated demon, out of my hallow

Now they’re gone, to safety

But for night on night they’ll be haunted by me

The masked man of their dreams

It’s enough to make them scream…

Murder Plot

I wrote this in late May... a figment of my imagination. Somewhat dark, but not as much as my other writings.

Murder Plot
Stephen Frerichs

Murder, we conspire
Our tongues made us liars
We keep this in the dark
Our words and speech mark
What we’ve really got planned
Our plan, intricate and grand
We’ll find him alone
The knife penetrates just below bone
At least that’s the plan
The method’s been left up to our man
This is the moment, this is the second
Death on the target now begins descent
Below the deck, out of sight
Barely lit by candlelight
Is where we sat
Long hours have brought us to where we’re at
Now the killer enters, steps in
For his sins the victim will perish within
We hear a slight cry of shock, disturbance
We wait outside, every nerve and vein tense
This must succeed, it’s our purpose, our need
We silently plead for the completion of the deed
Quiet now
Unknotted become our brows
They’d been knotted in prayer
For the decline of the man in his lair
Is it done
Or will he live, has he managed to run
Our doom will be spelled
Disappointment and fear from the depths of us wells
Then out steps the assassin
“the deed is done,” he says with satisfaction
Now our tremendous relief
Replaces all, there will be no grief
He is gone
Another job over and done