Lord Bugg

Over my shoulder

My chills got colder

Neck hairs on the rise

I’ll face my demise

I turn to face them

Street lights fade and dim

Twilight fading fast

Anchored, fade at last

Formulate a plan

Face me shadow man

Is this illusion

Or my dilusion?

Whispers in my ear

So loud but can’t hear

Race inside the house

Family aroused

Quick, close the curtains

I can’t be certain

But the shadows lurk

Whispers, my ears perk

He is near, there, here

I fumble and swear

Weapon in my hand

I’ll make my last stand

My resolve won’t give

Come dawn, one will live