THE BETE NOIRE

An aura of mystery he exudes,
The steed with a black coat of velvet.
Standing amidst the mystifying mist,
He casts a terrifying silhouette.

He gallops along unendingly.
He treads the path of unholy desire.
Those who dared to trace his trail,
Were crushed, were trampled, and witnessed his ire.

Once you’ve looked him in his eyes,
You’re crippled by a fear intense.
He feeds on your base emotions,
Of hate, lust, greed and incense.

So O you unarmed wanderers,
When anomalous mists fall beware.
The bete noire lurks in shadowy gloom.
Don’t let it catch you unaware.