Splattered wishes, darkened thoughts,

Demented visages, a frightful spot.

The woods possess a maw of steel,

Swallows victims like a horde of eels.

A sable King rules over the wilderness,

Orbs of blood, claws of bitterness.

A bleak core, sighs of molten death,

The Demon roars with an acrid breath.

Consumes flesh and bones, spares no one,

Feasts upon mortal misery, dislikes the sun.

Fears nothing, decimates and destroys,

Cackles in madness like a broken toy.

Now he stands regally, outside my humble abode,

Only he remains, everything else corrodes.

Carries a sinister aura, wears a cape of bones,

I smile blindly, he's found his rightful throne.