HE
He comes without warning
In the middle of the night
In his dark, black cloak
He is quite a sight
With a ring of the bell
And a quick knock at the door
He strolls right on in
Out of ancient lore
He takes off his hood
And takes a quick look around
Then continues his search
Without making a sound
When he finally finds me
Hiding in the dark
He grabs a hold of me
And brands me with his mark
Then he leaves just as quickly
Back from whence he came
But soon he will return
And I will hide again
