The Boggieman in Carnage
"The Bogeyman in Carnage"
Upon the darkened streets of Haddenfield,
A specter stalks a prey, cloaked in shadow's fold.
No mortal eye can pierce his mask's shield,
Nor fathom depths where sanity is lost.
His stride unwavering, relentless, cruel,
Each footfall echoing death's grim approach.
Victims fall screaming, lives cut short, souls defiled, shortened of breath.
Yet expressionless face betrays no emotion.
Beneath the harvest moon's sickly glow,
Blood splatter patterns stain his mask.
Through windows locked and doors securely barred,
Sleep eludes the living in fearful flight.
For none know when the boogeyman may arrive,
To claim them in the dead of endless night.
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