He lurks in the shadows in the dead of night
his eyes as dark as the abyss from which he came from
he scans the streets for his next victim
he spots her down the alley walking alone frail afraid of what lies in the darkness
he slowly creeps behind her watching her every movement matching them
as he finally gets close enough he lunges at his victim as if he were a panther striking down his victim with one swoop
no one hears the screams dying woman’s plead
they do not hear the silent slice of the demons knife
as he walks away from the dead body he has accomplished his goal
he has ended the night in a terrible fright
and soon someone will see the terrible sight