Crimson Town Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

With every step he took
More blood came
The streets look crimson
With so much blood
Running down the streets
He nearly took the whole town
But for a few
He like's to chase his prey
He scents down the remaining few
Finds the first trying to get to holy ground
Second in an alley
And the third on the streets
Bleeding as he was
Gave him more hunger
Eyes glowing bright red
He made this one last longer
Feeding off his pain and fear
With every scream he took
More crimson ran
Until the moon rose high
With one more scream he left
And his blood ran the streets
This predator moves to the next town
To make it a crimson ghost town.