The Terror © M

Screech, a twist; untie, unbind
release the monster from this life unkind.
Upon the streets to fight and prey
upon those who scurry from light of day.
A death mask falls upon his victim's face
the stench of decay fills the place.
Bloody and rent, the deed is done
a fleshless corpse, missed by none.
Then to the skies to soar and see
feel his shadow cast over me.
Filled with dread, soaked with the sweat
awaken screaming
the bed is wet.