October 18, 2013

Halloween Countdown Day 18: Lurker


The Lurker dwells in shadows
Moving from dark to dark

Silently the Lurker flows
Through bushes in the park

Behind the trees the Lurker darts
Quickly he makes his way

Searching for quick-beating hearts
Hoping to glimpse his prey

But he won’t harm a single soul
He does not scratch or bite

Making fear is the only goal
In which he takes delight

He drinks screams like the finest wine
It warms his cold insides

The smell of fear - perfume divine
He basks in as he hides

Nighttime can be quite scary, no doubt
But stick close to my side

And let those frightened screams come out
So he’ll be satisfied

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