Haunting the shadows dark and deep,
Dwelling in the bowels of nightmare's keep.
Hell has no claim over this beast,
For demons are among victims to feast.
Favoring no life as is to claim,
Not even Satan will whisper this name.
Cold and restless eyes savor the thrill,
With intent and anticipation of the kill.
Preying on the mind of an innocent child,
Twisted thoughts fester reviled.
Razor talons hold victims in place,
Proceeding to rip-off pieces of face.
First the ears, than a nose,
Not always clear on which one's chose.
Skin flayed with intricate care,
To outwit him now you haven't a prayer.
Strips of hide like fetid jerky,
Processed like a Christmas turkey.
No remorse, no humanity,
This beast the creator of insanity.
A fairytale told for submissive misbehavior,
You don't know, you're doing him a favor.
For with tales of woe-some, burning, fright,
Keep him sentient, within dreams at night.