He's got a crazy look in his eye.
He's strong and clever and spry.
In the depths of his mind,
There's a twisted design,
and a soul that's gone very awry.

He's holding a thick metal blade,
but this isn't a trick or charade.
He's found prey for his hunt,
and he's brutal and blunt.
Through his body sharp anger pervades.

He's coming for me in the night.
He's angry and wanting a fight.
The game comes undone,
with no chance to run.
He now has me locked in his sights.