• The moon shines a shady gray
    Upon the dim green.
    All I do is pray and pray
    But his mind is sharp and keen.

    The night is nigh
    Still I pray
    There he lies
    Still at bay

    Silence surrenders sulking
    I scream my fears for now.
    But wait I hear him coming!
    My body is ready to bow.

    My mind is breaking
    Like a piece of glass.
    My fears are waking.
    Oh please, let it pass!

    I plead for life,
    Yet he shows none.
    He swings the knife!
    My life is done.