It’s a scary shadow
Walking determinedly
Down a dark hallway
With dim backlights
His terrifying mind
Gears are visibly
Twisting, thinking
Gears are churning
Through the black
Slag of his intent
In his skull
This horrifyingly
Capable man
Black clad
Every heavy step
On the ground
Makes it kneel
As he passes
Stone hot drive
Of a thirsty presence
Treated as a
Dark prince
The seems to reveal itself
As his minion
As he dirges
Through the halls
Beat of steps
Like he’ll steal
Your soul
And a monstrous
Presence as a
Chill on the air
Goosebumps
As you see
Him near
Let yourself
Be struck
By fear
As you hear
His feet dance
The
Dance of the
Doom Dirge
Consume Reality! 