Darkness Calls
The ultimate predator...Night rolls in thick as molasses, In the womb of darkness, evil stirs. The beast is hungry and needs to feed, And so each silent prowl begins.Surveying our realm from Hell’s dark gate With anxious muscles tightly coiled. He sniffs the air in search of her scent, Watching and waiting impatiently.His dreams laced with thoughts of her, Flow of her blood music to his ears, Smell of her fear and shrilly scream Only serves his...