She Doesn't Know Poem by Saint Cynosure

She doesn't know I follow her,
with evil thoughts in mind.
She doesn't know I've plans for her,
that really are not kind.
She doesn't know what I've in store,
how painful this can be.
She doesn't know that she's to fear,
a wicked man like me.
She doesn't know that this shall be,
a walk she'll make alone.
She doesn't know to tell her friend,
that she's not coming home.
She doesn't know she never thought,
that she could meet this fate.
And by the time that she finds out,
a gasp it is to late.
But she doesn't know...