The watchers

At the outer edges lurk the watchers
Silent... hooded and shadowij eyes
To disappear as my eyes search in vain
Mysterious, ancient... silent sentinels

Questions rise like mists above a pale lake
Shrouded in secrets and mystery they linger
They echo in the hollow space of the void
And I wonder
"Am I alone? Are the watchers imagination?"

In the dark I feel their ominous presence
Silence brooding an unknown poult
These thoughts freeze me in a dark,
doomsome confoundment

Out the corners of my eyes
I see them standing... immobile
Looking, watching, perusing....
perusing what, perusing why?

Then their faces turn towards me
Red embers on black oval masks
I see a limb raising slowly
like a shadow on black canvas

What looks like a finger slowly unfolds
My whole being filled with silent dread

As I see the direction it's pointed at