The Shadow is here
He's here again
He follows me
He sees my sin
Through the alley
And in the dark
Like stalking prey
He's wearing thin
He knows my name
He chases me
He's gone insane
He's after me
My breath is thick
My chest is heavy
I'm wearing down
With fear again
And when he spoke
He said to me
With eloquence
and poetry
That my time had come
My story's end
My waking dream
Was going to end
And with his knife
He ran me through
And there I bled
My life force, when
My vision blurred
My final sight
It was of that
Quite handsome man
Who came to me
In shadow form
To cut me down
And made my end.
The polite shadow, murders in the dark, and speaks like a gentleman.