Remember what you see

In a momments time, your life will escape thee

Like grand against favor, and time against essence

Your soul will embrace the ghost childs pressence

He walks with a stare so still and cold

Stands with a gesture so Independant and bold

when the suns last ray falls, you will seek him near.

You musn't let him sense your fear, trailing through at night

His hands will wind around your throat, he will find you out of spite

so I warn thy neighbor, I bid thee well

Your life will be short, but my words will be a candid as a spell

Your spirit is yet to be lost, In an everlasting hell.