Shadow Stalker

He slinks amidst shadows in the cloak of night.
Evil flows through his veins with wicked intent,
He’s a predator in search of souls to smite.

A horror enticed by desperation’s scent,
He’s a fiendish relic from another age,
He finds sustenance within other’s lament.

His charred face is gnarled in hideous rage,
Eyes burn crimson like the blood of his victims.
He’s ravenous, ruthless and on a rampage.

Once you’re detected, suffering this way comes.
He will ripย out your heart, devour your soul,
Your merciful pleas fall upon deaf eardrums.

When done with your spirit, he’ll eat your heart whole,
Leave your husk to rot, and resume his patrol.


    1. Thank you so much! I have been thinking about doing a few horror short stories. I don’t have a lot of experience with the genre but I’d like to give it a try. ๐Ÿ™‚


  1. Storytelling and poetry in an elegant execution. I attempted this form once and subsequently swore in triplicate to avoid it for all time but you have percolated it perfectly. Nicely done Carrie.


    1. Wow, Mike, thank you! You are so right, this form is a beast. My early attempts to conquer it were futile. Friday the 13th/full moon inspired me to try again, but I don’t know if there will be a follow up effort. ๐Ÿ˜‰


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