Fear doesn't come from out of the night,
It grows from within when you turn out the light,
And that's his strength, his guiding star,
With fear in their bellies they can't get far.
Backwards and forwards they go on their way,
As he stalks the shadows searching for prey,
Male or female to him they're the same,
It's the excitement of death that makes the game.
A silhouette in a window catches his eye,
So for the woman in question it's time to die,
Entry is easy for a person of skill,
And the excitement rises as he homes in for the kill.
Faced with a psycho holding a knife,
She offers her body in exchange for her life,
Quick thinking and an excellent idea,
But not the solution, he can smell her fear.
She lets slip her towel to reveal her charms,
And stands there trembling with open arms,
Then quick as a flash she draws her last breath,
As she crumbles to the floor overthrown by death.
© A S May 1985