Creep down the stairs

soft kisses brush oak

Through the hall

gliding past orange yellow petaled wall

Careful not to wake

silently tip toe

Or make

hush, against the icy window pane

The lady that sleeps

press the pane, swallow the salt

Over the steely grey mats

float past frozen eyes

And by the creepy little rats

lean ‘gainst the leather arms

Reach for cloak and blade

hold fast against bleeding heart

Turn once, twice, thrice

feel the charge pulse

Step out, catch breath and balance

freedom, to tip toe no more

written: age 16