The wind is calm under this star sky.
But wait there!
I see a guy.
He wears a mask and a cloak so you cant see.
I go out to stop the fright.
He shows a knife.
Im gone, but your still here.
Running from the man that dares to...
LOOK OUT HE'S AFTER YOU!
Oh I wish to help but my blood does run.
He wishes to finish so he can be done.
Everyone's dead or gone.
The finish is up to you and him.
The scene does look grim.
Oh god let this be a dream.
Everyone look out its SCREAM!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.