The Beast of the Night

In the Darkest of the night
Roams a beast of uncertain doom
One created only to cause fright
Created by a man filled with gloom.

He stalks the streets, looking for fresh meat.
Using acute senses of sight and smell.
Escaping him would be such a feat.
You cannot kill him, the beast of Hell.

He can sense your pain
He can feel your heart.
Seeing him will not keep you sane.
Watching you in agony, is his favorite part.

Once he has targeted you
There is no escape
You will know your time is overdue.
You will heard his claws begin to scrape.

You won't know when you'll die
Only how you will go.
It will hurt so much, you won't even cry.
You will feel your blood begin to flow.

Your body will not be found
Your guts will be scattered on the street.
Your death and screams will make not a sound.
The smell of Death will rise like heat.

Your friends will find your remains.
They will cry as long as the Earth spins.
They will slowly go insane.
Always knowing that Death always wins.

On the fifth day of your death, you shall rise.
You too will stalk the night.
First you'll kill your family, catching them by surpise.
Then you'll kill your friends, destroying their eyes of all light

After you're sure they're all dead.
You too will grow fangs and claws.
Your old self will begin to shed.
Your power will not have any flaws.

Your skin will become rough,
Horns will grow from your head.
Your body will become tough.
Your blood gets filled with lead.

But your story doesn't end.
His army will continue to grow
Wounds of the broken will never mend.
The evil's eyes will begin to glow.

So then The End will begin.
The world will go into a forever nightmare.
Never to be sane again.
His plan will finally begin so, BEWARE!!