The night has come for prey to be preyed.
I am sorry to say I am at your front door.
You will beg for mercy, you will beg for aid,
But nothing will save you, not even your lord.
Now that you are in bed you will see.
I know my sense of morality has gone out west,
But every drop of pain you will deserve.
I am in your bedroom; watching you rest;
My knife is drawn and ready to serve.
It is shame this won’t be short and painless.
There is no need to be screaming for assistance.
Scratching is useless and the panicking is senseless.
Once help arrives I will be deep in the distance;
Not very fair or lovely, but that is the purpose.
You should have known not to do what you did.
If only the world was a bit more pleasant.
If only my morality was not so absent.
Thank you if you give any feedback at all.
