Blissful night of death.
Watching the blood run thick, wet.
As rats start their feast.

Stains upon my eyes.
More stains, worse, upon my soul.
And do I care?  No.

Tell me why should I?
Is it not my true nature?
Am I not to live?

Ha!  But I am wind.
So you see, there is no harm.
You only die once.

I fear not prison.
I have no fear of gallows.
They must catch me first.

And that, they will not.
I exist within shadows,
for I am the night.

The night is for death.
The perfect time for dying
and my enjoyment.

The prey is willing
or they would not be out here.
They love a good hunt.

And hunters, they are.
They hunt the weak and infirm.
And I?  I hunt them!

Is it not as grand
a profession as gambling?
When they are alike.

A toss of the dice,
a decision to walk here.
A gamble on death.

Such as you just made.
But the house will always win.
Now, let us begin.



Halloween offering for Oct. 9th