In the darkest corner of the darkest place,
Is a shadowy figure with a featureless face,
Rays of the moon catch his silhouette,
Which is more than the law have managed yet.
Piercing eyes search the dark,
Then he spots a car pull up to park,
As the drivers foot touches the floor,
The hunter attacks through the open door.
It's over in a flash, the driver's dead,
And the hunter retreats with his severed head,
Back to his lair with his gruesome prize,
Moving swiftly as his emotions rise.
Excitement explodes as he leaves his den,
Pushing his luck, he's going to kill again,
Two in one night to control the urge,
His mind is scrambling, he's on the verge.
A teenage hustler out for kicks,
It's her last night for turning tricks,
Down a dark alley no one hears her scream,
As he casts her off into a permanent dream.
© A S May 1986
