WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE

He lurks in the darkness, within the shadows,

A gruesome figure of a man, quietly waiting.

He watches on an October night,

Stalking his prey till morning’s sunrise.

He kills with no warning, no fear or remorse,

Without a conscience, he’ll stop your heart.

On a windy, Fall night, leaves falling from the trees,

If the moon is full and bright, his shadow may be seen.

Without a conscience, he’ll take your life,

What kind of man walks in the darkness?

Seeking blood on a Halloween night?

Listen for the footsteps but stay in the light,

Don’t go out alone, not on this, his special night.

                    Keith Garrett

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