A murderer’s hand, comes like a dreaded disease
Flowing in the veins of a healthy body
Harming it beyond repair
He lurks in shadows waiting for his prey
As he lean forward clasping his knife
And pouncing on his victim
As he strike them down helplessly
In their helplessness they are
Forced to suffer from blood thirsty being, beast
In man’s flesh they become prey
They are the quarry to be pursued down
By marauding human beast
That escaped from his cage of death
As they tremble by his crunching
Footsteps, they quiver at his loud
Footsteps, heading towards them
As he pounce on them like a blood thirsty
Wolf that just escaped the forest
He hides behind his mask, never
To reveal his identity
As he put on his mask of beastly nature
He work in the shadow, as the shadow is a friend
To him, a friend who sees him but never reveals his presence.
©abiodun
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