I am the shadow of the moon at night,
Creeping along out of sight.
I am the  eyes starring at the back of your head,
The sweat on your back and the breeze in your hair.

I am the rustle of the leaves on the left,
Smelling the weight of the fear you heft.
I am the  ominous feeling in the air,
Watching you walk right into my lair.

I am here when I'm gone,
For my presence lingers long.
During the day I disappear,
Come back at night if you dare.