Shadowy Twitcherman.

He stands in the shadows so not to be seen, he casts a long figure of where he has been,

Some shudder when seeing, his stature is such, others say of him their

Grave’s just been touched,

In sleep when his presence can make your form shake, his dead piercing eyes make you feel you’re awake,

Austere in his being this aura supreme, he’ll steal from your slumbers with nightmares and screams,

Some say he’s a Demon can cast evil spells, from way beyond reason disaster foretells,

Speak of him in silence ne’er mention his name, long pending and violent his wrath to inflame,

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In weeds wove of darkness this Twitcherman walks, some say he steals children but nobody talks,

He waits in the shadows until your return, he knows of your weaknesses your faith he will spurn,

He visits you nightly more when you’re alone, don’t take him too lightly he’ll make you his own,

Though never too clearly we all know he’s there, unseen and unchallenged his cold icy stare,

There’s no wand of magic can vanish his kind, for he’s of your making fear-born in your mind,

Just call upon Angels to counsel your night, this phantom of darkness will be put to flight,

Now sleep in contentment safe knowing his end, his weakness in knowing the love of your friends.

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