Slow steps in the dark
A stick tapping at the stairs
A male shape with a lot of flair
He's walking up to me
The wooden boards yield
His breath like a misty field
Reaching for his gift
A used and broken kit
My youth lost in it
His cuff links glisten in the night
Like staring silver eyes
I'm standing on thin ice
He hides the kit away
With grazing fingernails
A faint smile on a wizened face
All he leaves behind
Before a callow moon
It's a grey clock out of tune
Where used to be a heart
There's now a missing part
A part I never had
The visit's coming to an end
I keep still deep in there
A dark, sinister lair
Could the visitor be me?
Just whispers in the bed
A dream time in my head?
The stranger looks away
I'm falling
The stranger walks away
Death calling
It's time again