The Watcher

She watches me while I sleep
And imagines herself in my bed
She watches my kiss my lover
And Dreams that I'm kissing her
She watches me bathe through the window
And stares longingly at my body.

She knows everything about me
And I only know she's there.

I try to escape her
But every time I move to another town
She moves in next door
the very next day.

They tell me she has a shrine in her room
And worships a portrait she drew of me
That she made a corsage from my hair
That she cut from my head as I slept.

I ask the rulers of my land
To stop this mad woman
But they turn away
And I wonder how long I can run.

Then one night, I hear the creaking of my door
As I was pretending to slumber.
My crossbow in hand, I turn to the figure
In my doorway and I fire

The figure falls, and slumps to the ground
But not before I see the face
Not of the watcher
But of my lover.

I pray for the Gods to forgive me
And to protect me from the watcher's madness
Then I feel her warm body
Pressing up against me

She whispers into my ear in a voice so cold
"Do not worry, darling, your pain will pass
and we will be husband and wife forever."
I feel chains clamping to my wrists
and an iron bar smashing into my head.

The rest of my days are those
In the chamber of the Watcher
Begging for mercy, begging for death
Until at last I submit to her charm
And become hers and hers alone.

Forever.


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Slyphian, in the year 174 MA.