Until The Day. Poem by Plague Rose

A killer killed a killer died
A killer lived a long, long life
His memory lives in the hearts of children
His name strikes fear into those who know it
It is said that his ghost comes to you
Late at night when you're fast asleep
He watches silently every day from dawn till dusk
Searching for the perfect victim
A little girl with a mouthful of whine and fuss
Will be his target for this fine winter
He will watch and study her as she sleeps
He will stalk her silently from within her dreams
He will force her to see the sights unseen
Oh what a terrible phantom he must be
And when the time comes he decides to kill her
He strikes at midnight when she's alone
He hovers over her like the specter he is
And takes great joy in scaring her out of her wits
He picks her up slowly by the neck
And strangles her mercilessly while she fits
And squeezes her hard till blood she sheds
And destroys her body, no one will know she's dead
He kills her and kills her over again
Until the time comes he gets bored and then
Searches for another to kill and smother
With his cold unseen hands
And kills and kills and kills again
Till the day we're all dead

~PR