It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine,
A ghostly presence haunting me,
clawing at my mind.
It steps into my skin, looks out through my eyes,
Twists me from this world as I scream out my denies.
Who shall be my victim, as I step into the street
The demon takes control, I have many souls to reap.
Slaying wailing spirits, from my left and from my right
The world won't soon forget, this terrifying night.
Havoc shall be wreaked, and the wreaking shall be swift, after gathering their essence, to the next one I shall drift.
Within this world of mortal souls, no one shall be saved
Into the ever spinning maelstrom
Their pleas will now cascade.
With the last mortal gone,
The world becomes eerily silent,
I am left alone,
I have become the last one to go.
Contributors:
@yikici
@RichWithey
@sjw
@evilfingerz
@patdolan83
@chickgamer
@vieromero
Proposed contributed:
@leelee101
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