Spectre
She walked in the shadows
Moving up and down
In, out and through
the throngs of passers by
Wearing her blue gown
Searching day after day
for that one
She would know him
When she saw him
This time he would not run
Adamant she would find him
Her method was all she knew
Repeat, repeat, all things repeat
This was no chore to her
Even if she had a slanted view
Her power was in determination
Finding her slayer was paramount
All she could hope for
was a sighting
For closure this was tantamount
To look him in the eye
For his deadly sins, be culpable
That retribution be hers
and he would know
She was indestructible
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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I enjoyed the poem and the ending was great.
Thank you so much Michele. I’m happy you liked it 🙂
Powerful picture. Enjoyed! Thanks for participating.
Excellent 💜
Vengeance is hers! Very nice write!
Thanks Violet! 🙂
The last line is perfect, Christine 🙂
Thanks Sue! I appreciate it 💕🙂
I agree with Li…nice ending! 😊
Thank you Punam 💕
You are welcome, dear! 💞
I love that ending. Yes!
Thanks Lisa! 💕