Ghostly Predator

I see you trying to hide,
In the corner creeping.
Spying and eyeing the little children..
Licking your lips –
Ready for the feast of Energy.

There you are following,
Like a shadow that stretches into the distance –
Coming closer and closer,
About to grab –
But each time just beyond your reach.

You will never get them,
For I see you –
They will wisp through your fingers
Each time you prey..
They are protected
By the Light –
And the Dark will not survive.

© S. Slate 2016