Hiding in the shadows,
to pounce an unsuspecting creature,
who dare past my way.
Sharpened blades ready to strike,
with such speed... out of sight.
Creating a wild blood curdling scream,
from deep inside my very being.
Causing hair to stand on end.
Scaring them into mental existence.
Sending them along bleeding and sobbing.
Victory once again.
Triumphantly returning to my hiding place.
Cleaning my blades,
dreaming of the next victum,
who comes my way.