The Night Stalker Poem by Max Corvus Tenebrus

The night is so warm, the moon is above,
I'm hidden in shadows, for no one to see,
A beautiful girl has no one to love,
I'm always behind her when she tries to flee.

Sometimes after her, she can hear my pace,
Sometimes in her dream, underneath the bed,
I was once her lover with warmth and embrace,
I'm her lover still, but haunt her in stead.

Oh how sweet it is to pretend I'm dead,
Drive her into madness, awaken her dread,