The Shadow Woman

The shadow woman lurks at night
To watch you sleeping in your bed
Through blackened eyes she takes her sight
And plants her nightmares in your head

Not does the shadow woman like
This monstrous task she undertakes
But in her world of black and white
She scornfully recriminates

And she, not living and not dead
No longer cries her angry words
As anything she ever said
Was never really ever heard

"The shadow woman is a tale"
That’s what you confidently say
Because your screams and nightly wail
Will be forgotten by the day

But as you close your eyes tonight
Her shadow may begin to creep
You'll catch a glimpse of her delight
And in your bed she’ll watch you weep.