The Demon

The Demon


Creatures of the night fall silent,
Wary hunters take to cover.
Savage beasts so swift and violent,
Cowed to whimpers by the Other.

Cloaked in black to hide his presence,
Skulking silently out of sight.
Evil reeks, his only essence,
On graveyard watch, the Lord of Night.

Many names and many faces,
Wears the Master always scheming.
Many times and many places,
In alleys dusky smirks the Demon.

Be careful when you walk alone,
When night owls screech at alley cats..
His withered heart’s as cold as stone.
He’d love to snatch you, just like THAT!