Murderer

Hunting with total expertise,
I know you can see me but still I tease,
Jumping through trees and flying through skies,
Time to put an end to your carcass of lies!

My uniform of black is a shadow in the night,
Instilling terror, securing flight,
Soon I will with my wolf-handled knife,
With the tiniest little flick remove you from life.

I sit in a tree- there's a storm in the air,
You try to run with the wind in your hair,
I laugh and you turn to look at me hiss,
I jump and you feel my jagged knifes kiss.

I push the silver-stained teeth furher in,
through your puny neck so tiny and thin,
I laugh shrilly as I take my pride,
As the storm in the sky takes a full tide.

I sink my knife back into my boots small sheath,
listening to the sound of me breathe,
I pull out a match and strike it alight,
And you burn without even putting up a fight.

When they realise you only exist in mind,
Your ashes and remains they never will find,
And they'll never discover that it was me,
Who put an end to you. You misery.