A Dobermann

There was a Dobermann,
Walking the city streets. 
His shadow lay unseen,
Behind those glowing eyes. 
Yet he sprung out a knife,
To a young defenseless lady. 
How poor the man turned out to be,
As the lampost went out behind him. 
There was a Dobermann,
Walking the London streets.
His shadow lay unseen,
Behind those glowing eyes. 
And she on the other side of town,
Took her son outside to drown. 
How soon he came, and soon to go. 
Till there was a rumbling sound. 
There was a Dobermann,
Walking the London streets.
His shadow lay unseen,
Behind those glowing eyes. 
I have seen him a couple times,
Staring right at me. 
It's hard to see where justice lies,
Blinded by the darkest nights. 
But I do recall every time,
Being scared.
Of the Dobermann,
Walking the city streets.