The Smell of Fear

Ah, the perfume of terror, thick and sweet!  
It coils, invisible tendrils in the air
A fragrant hymn to my ravenous heat
A banquet drawn from mortal despair

It rises, oh, it rises, from quaking flesh
That wretched vessel of trembling clay
Trembling breath makes the essence fresh
As their spirits rot and minds decay

I scent it now, that nectar, that prize
A symphony writ in the notes of dread
It speaks to me in their widening eyes
Where shadows dwell and hope has fled

Oh, how it lingers, how it taints the breeze
A vile bouquet that enraptures my core
It clings to skin, it seeps, it bleeds
Through every pore of the ones I abhor

Do they not know? Their terror is life!  
It sharpens my claws, it quickens my maw
In the reek of their fear, I grow rife
For their weakness alone is my law

I am the shadow their nightmares make
The unseen howl in the midnight stark
I am the reason their frail minds break
The whisperer lost in the endless dark

So breathe, oh mortals, your fright divine
Let your scent be the incense of my reign
For each gasp of terror makes thee mine
Bound forever in fear’s eternal chain