The night was cold and a certain scent was in the air,
The gloom was beginning to set in and bleed despair.
An old man walked by the empty lot, had a cane in his hand.
To-night full moon grazed the sky, and one could see no man.
The old man moved slowly, every step lay trembling noise
A black-hole loomed the atmosphere, ******* everything in a void.
There by the dark alley, a shadow began to appear,
His eyes peering through the mask, waiting for old man to come near.
The blade in his clenched fist, ready to cut and tear,
He was the reaper now, he'll gift the old man his nightmare.
The old man turned a corner, and made his way to him,
And the stranger clenched his blade, he would force it deep within.
The old man walked ever so slow, the time wouldn't come to pass,
Stranger kept waiting, he knew not how long this moment would last.
The wind was getting stronger, dark clouds hovered the sky,
Old leaves spread across their distance began to fly.
The old man stopped in his tracks, staring at his path,
He saw the stranger but he still did not turn back.
The stranger thought of the old man 'surely the guy is mad',
And the night began to grow cold and darkness got more black.
The old man began his walk again, this time he was fast,
And the stranger counted seconds before he could attack,
The old man was at an arms length but he still could not see,
Stranger felt so strange, the old man still did not flee.
For a moment moon was in clear and the stranger took a peek,
The old man was smiling and there were daggers in place of his teeth.