William Red

Red eyes scan your home,
Their darkened host forced to roam,
His hatred burning strong,
Like words in a modern song,
He slowly creeps to your room,
Your blissful dream will bring your doom,
Like a blade his claws rake your throat,
You try to scream and watch him gloat.

The next day he hunts again,
Hidden amongst the ranks of men,
When night falls his eyes turn red,
And he creeps into anothers bed,
As more and more people die,
The cities people begin to cry,
As Suspicions raise,
All walk about in a daze.

As accusations begin to fly,
Publicly now people die,
But the beast has already fled,
As they never noticed William Red,
In the night you hear wolves cry,
“Mr. Red will never die”.