Silent, stalking, ever watching,
in the shadows to the right.
Did I see you, are you real?
Or a trick of the light?
Power pulses from your being,
never loses, never lost.
Always creeping, plotting, seething,
to collect whatever cost.
Graceful, chilling, see you smiling,
reaching forward bony hand.
Is it to me that you beckon?
Will this be my one last stand?
Oh Dear Ed, I rush forward,
and throw myself into your care.
For whatever waits me after,
with you near, I hold no fear.
What’s that, Ed? You say you’re leaving?
Yeah it’s been fun, but gotta go?
You can’t leave me! Not forever!
I’ve given you my very soul.
Ed may be all that I’ve mentioned,
collecting on the master plan.
But one thing is true above all others,
Ed is really just a man.