That hooded man.

I have seen him,
That hooded man,
He stands there stirring,
With his scythe.

He spoke to me once,
In a rough kind of way,
He told me I may die,
“Huh?” Was all I could say.

I have seen him,
That hooded man,
He stands there growling,
With his scythe.

He looks right through me,
As if I’m not there,
Then laughs at my fear,
And says I’m not here.

I have seen him,
That hooded man,
He stands there laughing,
With his scythe.

His cold undead eyes,
Watch as I shake,
He is scary, and tall,
With an open jaw.

I have seen him,
That hooded man,
He stands there glaring,
With his scythe.

His hanging face,
Watches as I race,
Away from his evil eyes,
I start to cry.

I have seen him,
That hooded man,
He stands there hearing,
With his scythe.

He hears me weep,
The peeps out,
From under a gravestone,
He sees.

I have seen him,
That hooded man,
He stands there being evil,
With his scythe.

He grabs my neck,
Throws me to the ground,
Then hacks of my head,
With his scythe.