Hidden in the shadows of the night,
he silently waits and watches
For just a glimpse of her
as she rushes to her "safety zone."
He laughs at this inanity,
for she will never be safe from him.
He will always find her, day and night,
no matter where she tries to hide.
His anger keeps him focused
as he thinks of how she fled.
Running from his special love
has helped his rage to grow.
My poor love, he thinks, you need me,
come back and bring us peace.
Until then, he crouches in the shadows,
hidden in the black of night, he watches.
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