The Midnight Slasher

A shadow creeps along the path unseen
A figure cloaked in darkness,
with a knife that glimmers with a deadly sheen

The campers sleep unaware of the fate that lies just steps away
Their dreams of summer days turn into nightmares by the break of day

Blood stains the forest floor,
a silent scream that echoes in the night
A hunt that ends in terror, with no one left to put up a fight

The slasher moves with practiced grace,
a phantom in the moonlit wood
Leaves a trail of death and fear in a place
where innocence once stood

Fear the blade that cuts the air
and the eyes that pierce the dark
For once he finds you,
there’s no escape from the slasher’s cruel mark

Dawn breaks with a chilling breeze,
the forest whispers tales of fright
Of campers lost to legend, their souls bound to the endless night

No one speaks of what they saw, the horror etched in silent cries
For in the stillness of the midnight hour,
another shadow will arise