The Unknown Killer

 The storm is here,

And it's moving fast.

The lights are flickering,

Like a small town horror show.

The killer lurks in the shadows,

Invisible, evil and unknown.

There's a silent dread in the air.

Everyone knows it could be them next.

But they still go on. Cooking dinners,

Roast chicken, maybe to keep

That fading chutzpah from going away.

The kids don't care. They don't know

Anything about dying. It's better that way.

They laugh and play without worry,

While the grown ups fold their smiles away.

The frowns are gone too, and the laughs.

There's a straight line drawn on the curves.

No one is scared really, or sad or angry.

They are half dead, living zombies,

Anticipating the worst, so they hide.

From the unknown killer. Who could it be?

Is it you or is it me? Or the guy at the grocery?

Everyone's a suspect in this cheap mystery.

I say, let's forget the killer for a day.

Let's just put on our dancing shoes

And dance this storm away.

Nothing comes from dying or thinking

You are next. Let's remember to live instead.

This sorry book needs a plot twist.

Let's add a love story, or maybe

A historical revolution, some drama,

A comedy, or even a psychological thriller there.

If this tale continues like this,

We might just all end up dead.

Better call up the author and request him,

Dear Sir, can you please wrap this up,

It's gotten too long now and predictable.

Can you please write 'The End'? We beg.