I've been stalking you forever,
but hoping not to cause you fright.
I'm watching you in the daytime
and lurking while you sleep at night.
Soon I'll be coming for you, dear,
and then at last I'll make you mine.
You'll never see me; never fear;
you'll be too groggy from the wine.
Like 'The Shadow' - - remember him?
The guy was on the radio.
He clouds men's minds so they can't see,
and I can do the same, you know.
I can shift shapes to hide myself;
I won't mess up; I'll do this right.
You can't escape; you'll soon be mine,
for I can hide right in plain sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem