The Shape Poem by Timothy Long

fast and deadly, white as a ghost, as dark as the devils heart, rage inside the heart like a killer, super human that kills with no remorse, searching for the last of kin to kill, for the rage to leave, one day to be as calm as the ocean, razor sharp butcher knife embedded in the heart, being the boogeymen man immortality dark, blood flooding while the size of a valley, the most dangerous of all carnivores, loving only one thing but it's a curse, the family is all dead by the knife but one, the mask is hiding the devil, eyes blacker than coal, years can come and go but only she mattered to kill for the family to be complete, finally for it to be dead then god can rest, only one won with a white shape in the distance walking.