The Stalker Poem by Jean Dament

A silent stalker lurks amongst the shadows of the trees,
Tread carefully or you'll be brought down to your very knees,
Dont' let him find you in the darkness alone;
As his ghastly stare will haunt & chill you to the bone,
He'll then proceed to undress you with his hynotic glare;
Once you're caught up in this trance...he'll then strip you bare;
Where you'll find there's no way out...if you remain weak of heart,
With no place to run fast or depart,
You are now his prime target of prey;
So be prepared to say goodbye to forever & a day,
This mean beast will have you for his tasty meal;
As he's a wolf who has won & come to take what's his to steal;
Where you will be ravaged & torn,
Then you'll wish that you were never born;
As you're dragged down to a cold, muddy stream,
But aren't you relieved when you awake to find it was all a dreadful dream.