By Laura Tolentino
There’s a presence lurking in the night, waiting to be seen.
Where the shadows meet the mist, and the world is ebony.
There’s a fire brewing in its soul, despite the desperate pleas,
The horrors that ensue are the worst you’ll ever see.
It’s closer than you think, and it won’t waste much time.
It can split the veil, and it doesn’t change its mind.
Its eyes are unforgiving, beware you catch a stime.
Between the virtuous and the heartless, it doesn’t care who stays or dies.
It bequeaths a mark on all its victims, binding and rare.
Beneath all its gravitas, its purpose is to scare.
It won’t leave you for dead, but I doubt you’d really care,
Because after it’s done with you, you’ll wish you perished there.
Remember what you’ve read tonight, and carry with you this wisdom:
Of all the pain that it could end, its goal is to inflict some.
At the end of the day, it makes use of quite the elegant system:
Life is its currency, and everyone’s a victim.
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