'The Rage'

It's that time again,
can't  you hear the gasps now?
the night belongs to him
'n with a murderous bent
he's on the prowl...
As he seethingly broods
within the shadows licking his lips
the Dark Rage has returned
once again to deliver death's kiss...

reports of malefic doin's
 pour in from all over town
dismembered 'n disemboweled bodies
confirm something evil's going down...

folks lock their doors 'n windows
in hopes to avoid 'n  loved ones protect
the night holds an ominous presence
with murder as his dialect...

blood curdling screams
stream thru the night's air
agonizing to the few
who know this angel of death's despair...

for centuries he's roamed
the streets undetected,
claiming hapless victims
without regard or remorse
just a voracious appetite
for murder 'n mayhem inflicted...

so just remember when
all alone  'n things are calm
quiet though it may seem
night is where the Rage roams
throughout the streets hunting
searching for blood, and mayhem
it waits til the moon is full and starless
claiming victims one after the other across the land...