He roams halls.... Streets.... dreams with precision,

no holding him within confined prisons,

hungering revenge feeds inferring vision,

infuriate further if running away harlot vixen,

you best swig upon one hell of a night's beating,

nothing truly frightening than endless bountiful nightmare giving's,

takes with none ask,

thy are most important of newest tasks,

hold as much breath as chest can mask,

none blunder for conceded collapse,

surrendering is mere cowards' climax,

insure incredulous acts,

carouse thy boogeyman with clever entrap,

rest contently on key limbs: hidden axe,

leave nil attempted resurgence on one's departed tracks,

slash;

gash;

thrash,

that of which would be ye arranged in demeaning handicap –

Alas....

Keep mind at no period relaxed –

he's not of this collimating world,

has a dealing with that of the netherworld.