It Knows What Scares You! ...Part 2 Of 3 Poem by Shaun Cronick

I bathe in blood,
So deep and flowing.
Your endless suffering,
I enjoy bestowing.

From hell I came,
Or a profane place.
Beware my lies,
I whisper to your face.

Now a change of pace,
So short and sweet.
Of what I do,
To those I meet.

I cut,
I splice.
Your simply mine,
At any price.

I bite,
I burn.
Within my clutches,
You'll never return.

I tease,
I toy.
All your fears,
I simply enjoy.

I rip,
I kill.
One of a kind,
With a demonic skill.

I rage,
I tear.
Then take all back,
To my dark lair.

My work is endless,
So much to do
To dine so fine,
Always on you.

My wrath is hellish,
It lives forever.
For I am so sly,
And insidiously clever.

Am I an angel,
One fallen so deep.
Beyond heaven's grace,
As I begin to reap.

I'm the prince of lies,
The king of deceit.
None ever escape me,
I'm the cruellest cheat.

No little Bram,
Or common Stoker.
Escape their demise,
By a killing joker.

No sweet little Anne,
With her mothers Rice.
Her dolly's tea party,
Didn't end so nice.

No small Stephen,
Nor mighty King.
Escape my anger,
Decimating everything.

No innocent Mary,
Or sister Shelley.
Don't know I dwell,
In Death's underbelly.

No Edgar and Allan,
Or childish Poe.
I slaughter them all,
Blow after blow...