He hides, under the shelter of an

U m b r e l l a

Out of the rain.

He lurkes, in every child’s

I m a g i n a t i o n

Waiting to inflict pain.

He stares, ever observing the phenomenon

O f l i f e

Which is exploited in surplus.

He fears, that he will be resigned to

N i g h t m a r e s

Because that is his purpose.