THE NIGHT PROWLER

In a dark and dreary corner
Of a morbid, eerie room,
Prowls a creature of the darkness
Hidden in the murky gloom.

Through creeping shadows
It hunts unwilling prey,
Hoping soon to feast on mortals
Then to slowly slink away.

In a house the wise avoid
Lonely losers sleep their last,
Unaware a deadly prowler
Waits to sup a dire repast.

In a building once resplendent
Now bereft of hope or light,
Prowls a fiend too foul to mention
Planning soon to feast tonight.

Disbelieving of the legends
Of a fiend that stalks the dark,
Students on a college prank
Visit the building as a lark.

In the morning none emerges
To return to waiting homes,
So the police investigate and
In the house find clean-picked bones.

So the house is now condemned
And the prowler must move on,
To a new and dire abode
For soon new evil must be done.

In a new emerging twilight
In a village far away,
A loathsome prowler lurks within
A dire old house to kill again.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia