He moves like the wind
He never makes a sound
With his tangled black hair,
Wide blood red eyes,
Skin looking dead,
And long boney claws.

Bidding his time
Letting it sink in
With the sound of graiting metal,
Loud and grinding,
It pierces my heart,
Filling my body,
and pulsing in my blood.

No longer waiting
Knowing it is time.

He comes forth from the dark
Laughter so cold
Sending shivers up my spine.

Running through the night
But he creeps closer and closer
The blade sinking in
The scream echoing through the cold night air.

Nobody heard it
Because it was only Fear...