The sky grows dark,
the trees sway even the bark,
birds starts to fly to flee,
as you can see.
Plants start to die,
the darkness are in my eyes,
your fear has come,
and your fear shall become.
Real as life,
and you use a knife,
to try and end me,
while you can't beat me as you see.
I am the evil one,
and you'll become none.
