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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