Bad dreams he chased away; ghost stories
singing midnight lullabies -- words lulled
raindrops into a trance beyond the wall of sleep.
Spirit-whispered warnings, madness shadows
spawned, through veins of mortal flesh.
"Death descends dark shadows on those
worthy," whispered the blade slicing through
the cold autumn night. Bright red screams
showered the quivering body; liquid tears
from a lacerated sky when darkness falls.
He reigns in blood, the devil in his eye.
Up the stairs he leads the children in the
pale soft moonlight, singing of his crimes.