It Knows What Scares You! ...Part 1 Of 3 Poem by Shaun Cronick

It dwells in me,
This endless hate.
No human morals,
My mind does debate.

My identity hidden,
Until Halloween night.
Clues I will drop,
With cunning delight.

But beware my lies,
Strewn among truth.
Then scream my name,
From what you sleuth.

I'll make half-promises,
That I might keep.
I'll reveal my name,
Before your final sleep.

At the very end,
It will be presented.
Then all are damned,
And slowly tormented.

I sometimes sleep,
But not for long.
When I awake,
You'll soon be gone.

Soon I will rise,
Then never tire.
Your grisly demise,
My wanton desire.

Your hide is mine,
And your heart too.
Of who I am,
You have no clue.

Now I've arisen,
So hungrily awoken.
Endure my wrath,
I've spat and spoken!

Teasing midnight tapping,
On your bedroom window.
Pausing for a moment,
Then to cruelly continue.

That scraping noise,
Inside your wardrobe.
Your fears running rampant,
As I begin to probe.

That moving shadow,
On your bedroom floor.
All these things,
I inhumanly adore.

Such satisfaction,
Such gloated glee.
These grotesque things,
Are simply me.

That constant chill,
Cutting to your bone.
Is the arrival of me,
When you're all alone.

Those ice-cold shivers,
Running down your spine.
Are a taste of me,
But on you I'll dine.

I fondly feast,
On your fresh fears.
Then greedily guzzle,
Your endless tears.

I enrich pitiful cries,
Enhance all screams.
I hideously interrupt,
Countless sweet dreams.

Nothing can save you,
No feeble Lord's Prayer,
For I will drown you,
In dark depths of despair.

So many innocents,
To pick and choose.
They are so young,
How can I lose.

The purest evil,
I'm forged from.
My depths of depravity,
All shall succumb.

No remorse or mercy,
Is found in me.
During my relentless,
Frenzied killing spree.

My hunt now begins,
I'm a fiendish creature.
All victims devoured,
My grisliest feature.

The joy of my hunt,
All are my prey.
I'll never stop,
Every night or day.

I can easily be,
A headless torso.
As rivers of blood,
So endlessly flow.

Vile ghoul's galore,
To haunt everyone.
I'm just starting,
Having my fun.

All are cattle,
Prime cuts indeed.
This town has plenty,
On which I feed.

I am what I am,
All I'll ever be.
A hatred for humanity,
Rages within me.

Perhaps another name,
I might possess.
Any who speak it,
I kill or oppress.

Rich pickings galore,
I'm spoilt for choice.
A process of elimination,
Of which I rejoice.

This sleepy town,
So safe and snug.
Is in for a shock,
As I pull its plug.

A heavenly abode
Where innocent's dwell.
Will now become,
Its living hell.

My constant hunger,
Will never be sated.
My endless horror show,
Now painfully presented.

Don't dare forget!
My name to guess.
Cast among carrion,
To cause distress.

And now my tale,
Is to be told.
To scream aloud,
By young and old...