Standing in my door frame, watching me sleep.
This tall figure is playing the stalking game.
He likes to run and play,
Yes you should interact or he will try to slay,
If you like, you can be his friend,
He likes to watch until the end.
Don't you worry he is kind,
A four fifty meter tall being,
It just creeps out Man-kind.
You shoudn't try fleeing,
Or he will run after,
Everywhere he's sightseeing,
He likes your laughter.
He moves with silence, a ghostly glide,
His intentions hidden, his motives denied.
Beneath the moon's gaze, he prowls the land,
A phantom of despair, with a chilling hand.
So beware the figure, in the night's embrace,
For he's not what he seems, in this eerie space.
He'll linger in your dreams, a haunting sight,
A specter of fear, in the pale moonlight.