I woke with a start and looked down She let a soft sweet sigh I pulled myself out carefully Trying not to wake her Silent to the bathroom I stole For refreshment And relief I stood at the sink and savoured Icy water going down Quenching my parched body Spent from the nights encounter Through the open door I see her Reflected, Nubile, dark and pure Hair of carbon black Laying perfect down her back I closed my eyes and lived again Ecstatic comfort, joy and bliss Never have I known before A conquest quite like this When my eyes I opened The mirror breathed with rage Pulsing right before me My heart jumped to my throat A silent scream i let out For standing there behind me Dark olive skin was painted With the Creole mask of death Out I ran into the hall Followed by a bone rattling sound A basso voice was chuckling With my fear he was amused As I ran into the hallway I looked back to see him follow Walking slow and steady The boney hand of death I looked up to find I was running Through som