Worst Nightmare

She smiles, her teeth white as flower petals
Her blonde hair turns gold in the light of the sun
The graceful manner in which she moves, so free
Sweet perfume...as potent as the roses in her hair
Little does she know...

...of the black shadow that stalks her
Clear green eyes hold her in his gaze
The lamplight dims like that of a firefly
She glances around, her nervousness growing
She didn't even feel the cloth as it wrapped around her mouth
For soon she will be living...her own worst nightmare