out of the fog
comes a huddled shape
cloaked head to toe
in crimson flowing robes
it hunts, kills, eats

unseen in sickening mists of night,
some evils lurking in the gloom
voracious hunting appetite
and piercing demon eyes

a mandrake sets upon its prey,
slashing mangled claws
soulstealer strangling terror,
in crimson cloak it kills

mortals who cross the path
the phantom hunts and kills
with a swift ferocity
the demons carcass strikes

death is his way,
dare not to cross his path in fright
captured by its frozen stare,
your body drained of essence

predator of the pure in heart,
sending all their soulds to hell
there is no escape from here, phantom horror attack
he must feed

on innocent human flesh
to hold the madness at bay
that torments his eternal march

death is his way,
dare not cross his path
the phantom of the crimson cloak
stalks the dark and silent night

an ancient corpse
hes trod this worn path
many forlorn years
aeons yet to come

death is his way,
dare not cross his path
the phantom of the crimson
stalks the dark and silent night


submitted by Nachelo
[nacho_el_ulukai@hotmail.com]