Up and down the streets she ran
With a black satin sack in hand.
Filled with sharp knives
She planned to end lives.
From house to house she crept so quietly
Looking almost, no, indeed shadowy.
But she was not alone with her sack
There was something riding on her back.
Green eyes gleamed riding through the night
Glaring around so full of spite.
“Who are you?”
A man’s voice asked
“You don’t know? I am not masked.”
“Get out of here! What do you think you’re doing??”
“Out of here? I think not. You are the one I’ve been pursuing!”
“Pursuing? You’re nuts! Get the fuck outta here!”
“Right now I can feel your fear!”
“Ha! That’s rich. I’m not scared”
“Like I even really cared”
“That’s it, I’m calling the police. They’ll have you pinned.”
The shadowy girl just grinned.
The man went for the phone
In one second he hit the floor with a moan.
Those green eyes glared down
“Ha! What a clown”
What a sweet voice.
The man looked up at those eyes
“Time to say your goodbyes”
With one swift move of a vase that man was gone.
“This isn’t so hard now is it?”
The shadow shook his head
The blood flowed red
“We have a long night ahead.”
He kicked the pieces of vase
“Yes, I know, Sweet face.”
With that the shadows did flee
That man didn’t even get a chance to plea.
This town sure was vast.
They went tapping down the road
Carrying the sharp load.
“Let’s go home now, honey.”
“Quickly now, before it gets sunny!”
Up the stone pathway she ran
At the door they gave the town a brief scan
“I’m dreaming of a red Christmas.”
She turned the handle of the door
“This time of year is always such a chore!”
He sighed as he hopped from her back
She tossed down her big black sack.
He swept the dirt from his clothes
“The living should thank us”
She brushed her hair
“Those we killed were too much to bear”
She hopped up on the windowsill
“They made me positively ill”
She stared out into space
“And…back to my loving place”
She turned to her evil little doll
He leaned on the wall.
“Wanna open presents now?”
“My goodness, child”
He laughed quietly under his breath
“What a quick transition from the subject of death!”
~Disclaimer: Though I found this piece among my old documents I doubt if it is mine. I am not this wicked 😉