The Creeper comes when all is calm,
When all around is still.
When no-ones there to raise alarm,
There comes a deadly chill.
He walks a path of moonlight.
He knows just where you are.
With silent step and hooded face
He sets off from afar
You'll never see him coming.
No warning signs or clue.
You'll sleep an easy slumber,
The night he comes for you.
And maybe then you'll sense him,
Like a scraping down your spine.
But keep eyes closed, it's hopeless now,
He's decided its your time.
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