Re-Evaluated in Two Weeks: A Poem.
In the blackness of night, he moves with ill-intent.
His scalpel scrapes the edge of our sanity.
We beg and scream and try to prevent
His grasp, his breath, his inhumanity.
As he reaches for our soul,
Our life begins looking bleak.
He whispers in our minds he stole,
You will be re-evaluated in two weeks.
-Edgar Allen Pol