A Dark Night Poem by Jasjiv Singh

'Twas a quiet night, dreary dark
She lay bare, naked stark
A candle melted away with a nimble flame
Out the window it glowed declaring its name
She sighed and moaned, waited for love
Looked out the window; 'twas a black dove
'A bad sign', to herself she claimed
His arrival delayed; she's to be blamed
She took the knife tied to the velvet
Looked at a vein, ready to slit it
But she stopped; something inside awoke
As she heard the clock's midnight stroke
The shock of his loss increased her fear
Her pink cheek was moist by a salty tear
Threw the knife away when bad thoughts galored
Stepped on a shattered glass on the floor
Her feet oozed crimson and her face wore a frown
As she fumbled to get her silky gown
Through the pain she ran down the stairs
Perfect red arches on the floor in pairs
She flung the door to look out in the black
Her face worried, unaware of the coming attack

'Where are you? ' she said in a hushed voice
There he appeared, whiter than death
Her will (to run) removed of all choice
In front of her even her soul could feel his breath
She wasn't herself, absent from that moment
He looked directly through her and into her past
Her mind trying to fight the rape but couldn't lament
And could feel his gaze moving steadily fast
Paralysing her every thought and desire
'Invite me in' he asked her in his icy tone
Her body shivered crying for burning fire
Couldn't fight; her will still under a heavy stone

-jsjv-