At the party, he sat
Amongst his friends, on a mat
Happy faces, evil cats
Warned, but turned a blind bat
On his way home he died
No! Not a natural death
All asked denied
A wind of dread and sinister, yet
On that fateful day
He was lurking in the shadows
Bearing the clock of doomsday
To turn his day into nights of sorrow
Caught with the murder weapon
His close friend
An angel he thought, but a demon
Snuffing his life to an end
Tho' we love and wander astray
The killer of a man is not always faraway
©E. Shadrach