Cloak and Dagger

Creeping in, it caught me unaware

In the dead of night, where dreams slither

With stealth it creeps like smoky vapor

My spirit cries out in apprehension.

 

It wore a cloak and dagger,

Which dripped words undeclared

Empty parchment waiting

To be soaked with poignant imagery.

 

The cloak, but a shroud to hide behind

The dagger, a trusty friend

An extension of unconscious contemplation

Oozing thoughts, torn from heart to pen.

 

I am but a victim of resourceful temperament

Lost souls with untold stories clamoring for release

Mysteries yet unraveled, murders to be solved

Lingering shadows, bound by cloak and dagger.