death angel

He crept through the trees silent and stealthy

shrouded in darkness and twisting branches

snuffling  out the  infirm and unhealthy

He moved with  preposterous speed



His eyes gazed into windows with cunning

He flinched from  potent and virile

their aura so lively and stunning

It burned him to look at the light



When at last a qualified victim observed

riddled with selfish disease of his doing

To us this disaster is still undeserved

an old man laid mouth open unwary



Our creeper went to his job with mirth

he melts through glass no trial

thin,slimy arms surround the mans girth

his lips suck then snap the mans soul



Creep whips to the ceiling in singular flips

the cancer has given him strength

the smile that slowly stretches his lips

as he thinks of his next dirty task