Evil

This poem is one I wrote about...evil. LoL I guess that is what's it about, but I really couldn;t think of a good title for it. Oh well.

The grinning man,
Click clock, the shoes on the
Pavement. He knows
The women of the streets.
They know him,
As well as they can,
As well as he will
Let them know.
He smiles his contagious
Grin, it could charm
The birdies right out
Of their trees, some said.
But his intentions were wrong.
The evil, dark hand of
Death clutched those girls,
One by one,
They were lost to
The darkness below.
None can be saved,
All are forever lost.