Blue Stalker
As the freezing January sleet
Taps upon my window payne
I can once again
Feel his presence
He has returned
Riding the cold north wind
Bringing his killer intentions
To the cold winter nights
Am I the only one
To hear the death howls
Of the Blue Stalker
In the dead of the night
As he has chosen his prey
His only thrill is the kill
His rage is shown
In his artwork
His skill is carved
In his in his victim
When he is done
The masterpiece is displayed
In blood and ice---
---poem by: Jaylyn1969