Blanket of Dread

The night was shrouded in a blanket of dread,
After the killing the room was drenched in red.
The walls were like canvases of abstract art,
Done by a sadistic killer's penny dreadful heart.

His demeanor was rather lucid after the killing,
The moment amused him in ways so chilling.
He walked down the corridor with eager steps,
Stopped at a closed door where his parents slept.

After the killer quietly opened it ,he peered inside,
On the far wall his parents slumbered side by side.
Soundly asleep and unaware of the wickedness,
Until suddenly the killer was showered in blood mist.

He stood before them with a grin of a leprechaun ,
Delighted by the kill and his #1 betrayal to God.
The bodies laid broken and tattered on the bed,
Once again shrouded beneath his blanket of dread.