Though the warm air against me pumps
My flesh still rises in chill bumps
Foot falls sound along the wooden floor
as I glance at the open door
A shadow falls across the hall
This fear I can’t forestall
Mind is racing
Can’t stop pacing
Fingers reach beneath the bed
Searching for that stretch of lead
A seven iron my only defense
To this threatening offense
Silently across the room I tread
Filled with fear, filled with dread
White knuckles gripping
Perspiration dripping
Steps grow closer as the villain nears
Squinting through inevitable tears
In the room now the suspect appears
I swing and I miss as the villain veers
I swing again and this time connect
Any assault by him I reject
As would he least expect
I was resolved to collect…
My revenge