*Note: This poem was written by my friend who wishes to remain anonymous
Night falls,
And a mysterious presence
Is felt.
A whooshing of a cape
Is the only sound that is heard
Throughout the night.
A tall figure,
Dressed in dark clothing,
Slowly glides out from the
Pitch black of night,
His red eyes glowing.
The lamp light
Makes the figure's
Brass arm glint
After a moment of
Deathly silence,
The figure moves out
Into the darkness once more