When dusk descends and daylight dies,
In the rear view mirror, Karen’s madness lies.
A woman unhinged, in her motorized beast,
Under moon’s cold gaze, on fear she feasts.
In her midnight chariot, she prowls the lanes,
A phantom driver bound by no reins.
Once a heart so gentle, now a mind untamed,
Karen’s lost to the night, in whispers, her name’s famed.
Her laughter, a discordant tune in the night,
Through the deserted streets, she takes flight.
Karen, oh Karen, her name rings cold,
In her twilight ride, horrific tales unfold.
The roar of her engine, a lullaby for the damned,
Through the ghostly shroud of night, she’s forever crammed.
Headlights, her eyes, searching in the abyss,
On the highway of the haunted, something’s amiss.
No one knows her tale, what turned joy into dread,
Why she seeks solace in night’s fearful spread.
In the car she roams, trapped in moonlight’s trance,
In the dance of the shadows, she takes her chance.
Her vehicle, a ghost ship on asphalt sea,
Through the rear view mirror, her victims flee.
A mournful wail, her engine’s song,
Karen’s midnight drive, forever long.
So beware the night, and its starless shroud,
For Karen’s on the prowl, fierce and loud.
In the gloom she waits, in the glow of the streetlight,
The crazy lady Karen, Karen of the night.
