A tale to beware
The frigid midnight air
Seeps through the back
Of the window crack
Decrepit and ever bare

Though unaware
You sit in your rickety chair
Out there, you peer
And rightfully fear
The man over there

Dark and unknown
In the snow, alone
Ominous, white eyes
Bulbous in size
A structure of pure bone

He starts off slow
His speed began to grow
The distance narrows
Quick as a sparrow
Approaching the window

Footsteps you could hear
As the man grew near
You ran up the stairs
And gripped at your hairs
When you saw the man was here

A crash and a click
The clatter of a brick
The crunch of glass
As he steps off the grass
Onto the ceramic

Cold and afraid
All hope begins to fade
A groan and a squeak
Witholding a shriek
As the man prepared his blade

Through the closet slit
It was barely lit
The creak of the door
Pounding on the floor
You don’t move a bit

Wondering why
You begin to cry
As he searches the room
Of your wooden tomb
With each dry and bloodshot eye

There’s not much to be said
As the dark creature tread
A hand dripped in red
A blade near your head

It’s safe to say
You’re already dead