Last journey

I saw it in the mirror
prowling quietly
and as I turned around
the black shape was gone

but its tall figure
darkened eyes
swarthy face

it all staid to live in my mind

so when I faced another mirror
I knew to abide the great terror
crawling from behind

icy fingers sliding down my neck
wintry breath dancing on my skin
firm grip clenching my body

the last journey
the hundredth of a second
the flash between life and death