Dark and Stormy, A Poem

A dark and stormy night is how this thing begins.

With someone screaming wildly as the knife goes in.

A man dressed in black, menacing and dark.

Lurks ‘round every corner in your local park.

He waits for you to stumble directly in his path.

Then he pounces on you, showing you his wrath.

No, never trust the night. You don’t know what it hides.

Or you will surely discover the evil that it guides.

Until one night you venture into that park to play,

And find that night and darkness aren’t as evil as they say!