The Dark Man

When the dark man comes
What do you do?
Do you cry and run
Or do you embrace him
As a long lost friend.

A friend who’s voice whispers
About grisly ends
And the stones in ones soul
That every man tends

Do you weep with joy
When his voice sings
Of dark cold damp places
And evil bloody things

Do you cry in pain
When the song ends
And pray to whatever is listening
To bring him back again

Do you smile a secret smile
When you hear his death clock
Tick tick tick
And lower the blade
As you watch the blood ever so
Thick thick thick

When the Dark Man comes
And his clock begins to tick
He crouches over you
And whispers of a darkness
With every lick lick lick
Do you shiver with joy.....I know I did....