Beware, beware, the one who kills with fear
He prowls, he searches, for victims old and gray
At night, at dusk, he arrives in mystery
Mourn, grieve, for your loved ones’ misery
Silently, wistfully, into the minds of the weak he will tear
Agape, open, a face of fear the dead display
They scream, they cry, at such a terrible sight
They panic, they stumble, what action shall they take this night?
Make way! Step aside! The authorities have come to ponder
Baffled, bewildered, they discover no leads or clues
Distressed, troubled, they withdraw empty handed
Torn, scarred, faces of horror into their minds branded
He knows, he knows, never has a need to wonder
Where to, what next, authorities he will confuse
Plotting, scheming, he will never cease
No end, no finale, never shall they know peace
Beware, beware, you know you feel he’s here!
Tremble, cower, what is your deepest fear?
To die? To suffer? Now into your mind he will peer
Are you strong? Are you weak? He will know and he will jeer
Now his work complete
No need to be discrete
A message for the observant
“All has been done by yours truly, the Public Servant”