Slowly, creeping down the alley
The shadowy figure does sneak
Further and further it goes
Hoping for his first peek
There she stands, Hair like fire
Pale ivory complexion
It smiles with glee, having the knowledge
It gets to ruin this visage of perfection
It goes silently to her side
And spreads it's shadowy fingers
The amount of damage it inflicts
Depends on how long it lingers
The shadow reaches deep inside
Careful not to miss a spot
Her fever spikes, and pulse skyrockets
Then it leaves her there to rot
She's now getting worse instead of better
As was the shadow man's design
He fed on everything she had to give
Until finally she was dying
More sleepless nights up ahead
Death just around the bend
She needs rest and sleep to recouperate
And maybe just the help of a dear friend