• there, in the corner,
    sits the stranger in the shadows,
    never moving,
    yet ever watchful,
    staring, gleaming, plotting,
    what evil must be stirring in his head,
    clouds of black and red swirl in his eyes,
    those hideous eyes,
    that shoot out from the shadows,
    the shadows that hide him in the corner,
    the corner that eclipses life...