The Mystery Man

A poem about a malevolent entity that feeds from isolation and poor mental health

Vexation is his source of might,
his deathly grip that will make you weep.
You must pray for your moral right,
before this broken man can creep.

This mystery man hides in plain sight,
for this hollow pursuer is bent askew.
He'll latch onto your life like a blight,
until he breaks your world in two.

Oblation won't hide you from his eternal bite,
for his pale cold white hands reap.
You must seek a guiding light,
before he drags you straight into the deep.

This devoid man will constantly fight,
for he'll twist your whole reality out of view.
He'll be able to smell your fright,
so you must cleanse yourself of his ghastly residue.

Isolation makes his intentions ignite
for he watches you close while you sleep.
You must have some foresight,
for tonight the hollow man makes his final leap.