In shadows deep where darkness spills,
A tale unfolds of quiet chills.
Silent whispers, deadly thrill,
A dance with fate, a bitter pill.
They gather together in one accord
To distribute sorrows because they are bored
How dark can a heart be, this is nothing but a curse
Always ready to bring a fountain of tears
Amongst the night, where secrets tread,
Killers roam with hearts of dread.
Stealthy moves, the dance of dread,
Echoes linger, the streets they tread.
In shadows cast, their faces hide,
A symphony of secrets bide.
Cold eyes gleam, with darkness allied,
A chilling waltz where fears reside.
These people, no they are demons
Always happy to here the crys and mourns
Of victims they gave death to without a thought
Evil, Evil, Evil dwellers in this world.
Yet, in their hearts, what stories lie?
A twisted path, a muted cry.
What led them to this fate, oh, why?
A tale obscured beneath the sky.
After their adventures of stone
Are shattered dreams, a heart dethroned.
In their souls, a story filled with role
A haunting truth forever shown.
Givers of death
Away again into hiding
Waiting for the next adventure
To put a smile on the face of death.
This poem was inspired by an incident that happened on Christmas Eve of 2023.