Night creeper

Night creeper

night creeper
Night creeper stands on the roof,
The night is beautiful,
The moon is full,
comforting,
He has all he can,
Light and a beautiful night of cool winds,
what is there,
Having no one to love,
they being killed,
He lives for revenge only,
Having nothing to live for,
Except to kill,
yes,
Soon he kills,
And the feeling of complete loneliness,
and meaningless of living sets in,
What to do,
The moon is full and the wind blowing,
What more could he want,
Hate is fulfilled,
What now,
Death?
Death definitely,
what the really?
He draws his sword and ready to kill,
Stabbed it in nicely,
The stream roll,
And roll,
What?
One has mercy and holds him close,
Nursed him to health,
And loved him,
He’s cured,
however the thoughts of those,
with revenge coming spins in his head,
The night rider,
The creeper,
Suffer again,
Having something to live for.