Be gone you beast
Leave us like you came
Invisible at first
Arriving inconveniently
Age was not the queue
For it was found long before
A desire to seek or did it find
A door not available to all
It chases, you run, it stalks, you hide
You turn
You talk
Realizing, it needs too
Giving in, maybe to some
It cradles you, shows you a light
It slowly reaches out
Leaning, feeling the draw of the warmth
You shuffle, then step, then walk, then run
Seeing the beast
You turn
walking together at last
Gone
Home that is
Regis