Mr Uninvited Poem by Alexander Romanov

Beneath the moon's unholy glare,
Comes a figure, draped in despair,
Mr Uninvited, his presence reeks,
Bringing with him, the end that seeks.

No invitation did he crave,
Yet he comes, with a craving to deprave,
To steal the breath of those who breathe,
Their souls, his prize, he'll never leave.

He stalks the shadows with a ghastly stride,
His touch, a cold that no warmth can abide,
No one can run from his icy grip,
As he drags them down, into the abyss.

His eyes, a black hole, that swallows all light,
No pity, no remorse, just a hunger for plight,
For he is the destroyer, the harbinger of pain,
A force so dark, that nothing can restrain.

Mr Uninvited, a bringer of the end,
A being so dark, no light can defend,
And in his wake, he leaves a trail of despair,
A legacy of darkness, that nothing can repair.