In the darkness there awaits,
the silent figure of grim fate.
On his face a manic grin,
of vile secrets held within.
The wicked blade held aloft,
whispers death so very soft.
You cannot hide for very long,
once you've heard his siren song.
Into your heart spreads the fear,
and you will know that he is near.
His breath is cold, of blackest ice.
Into the dark he will entice.
Your darkest dreams will never be,
far from the truth as you will see.
Into the dark you will go,
to what end you never know.




