A hand reaches out
From beyond all beyonds
Shades of blackness
Chasing life
Outside the veil
A whisper of envy
Dances across her pillows
And even with eyes closed
She sees the beast
Return
A battle gathers
In the growing darkness
And within her sleeping form
Fires are stoked
Until they are ready
To burst out
Into cleansing fire
Purifying souls
Salting the earth
With every step
She takes
Until she becomes
The terror in the night
The hunter
Of monsters ~ Caroline A. Slee