Paranormal Man Poem by Wilma Barnard

In the dark you can see his eyes
Glowing like the moon on the sea tides
He hears your breathing, its too hard
You see him moving quickly in the dark
Now his breath spreads on your neck
He whispers'It wont help to beg'

Turning around you look into those depths
Where no soul lies, this man only consists of flesh
You see his teeth, paranormal he must be
For no man can have this image and roam free

'My lady this wont hurt'
Closing her eyes she feels the dark pit
The flesh in her neck giving way
As his sharp teeth sinks deeper in its pray...