Him

I walk through the shadows
I hear dogs baying in the distance
Up ahead I see amber eyes glowing in the darkness
I do not know whom they belong to
But they call to me

Then I hear his footsteps
His tall, thin figure radiates power
He wear black dress clothes,
a black cape,
and a mask,
Which covers the whole of his face

His hand reaches towards mine
It is thin, bony
And cold, so cold

He pulls me towards himself, speaking
His voice a smooth baritone
Relaxing, and calming me

He turns, and I follow
We climb into his boat
And as he rows
I am rocked to sleep.