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She ran to the spattered window. Her hands pushed it out like a door.
The rain, ice cold in the midnight, poured on her bedroom floor.
A glow, sickly gray from the streetlamps, could not keep the darkness at bay
And the threats from the hallway drove her, drove her, drove her
The shouts from the hallway drove her to try and get away.
She leapt, hurtling onto the casement, frantic, with no regard.
Her sites on the storm driven branches bending below in the yard.
As a spring she coiled and readied, a cat about to be chased.
When footfalls approached as thunder, thunder, thunder
When a shadow surged like thunder and seized her round the waist.
Her fingers clawed wild at the opening. Her scream seared the groaning sky.
Bloodied nails twisted into the curtains, struggling not to die.
Wild eyes spun away toward the alley, desperate for help it might give;
Where a neon cross, it called her, called her, called her
A flickering cross, it called her; giving her hope to live.
In the dark the shadow hit her, bony fists wrenched the hair of her head.
Through the tomb he carried and threw her, pressing her into the bed.
“I own you,” his voice whispered sickly. “In your heart it’s to me you are drawn.
And all through the night I shall have you, have you, have you
All through the night I’ll possess you until driven away by the dawn.”
His words, like a dagger impaled her, lost in a smothering gloom.
She felt herself yielding and breaking, ‘till a flickering shaft split the room.
The shadow dissolved into neon. She could hear a promise resound.
“I’ll never forsake you or leave you, leave you, leave you
I’ll never forsake you or leave you. Child arise, you’ve been found.
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