3 September 2012
He watches at night Hiding in shadows Holding his knife Ready to take a life
You see his shape,then you don't Sitting on a bench all alone
Chills climb your spine He comes from behind Holding his knife,shiny in the moonlight.
You try to scream But its to late Blood flows down your shirt Crimson red into the flower bed.
And you see no more,for he is the shadow man Hiding in the shadows with his knife Ready to take a life.
Shadow Man • Opuss № I