Terza Rima

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 ripĀ 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.