The Phantom Grim

Poem for a rainy night.

Deep inside the haunted wood,
The shrine of righteousness stood.
There lives an aberration,
Deathly abomination.
If you stroll near, late at night,
Squeals and howls and wails you'll hear.
Doomful laughter will send a chill,
With blood curdling screams so shrill.
Sick and vile and full of spite,
Evil’s spawn brings hell’s own blight.
Many poor souls have wandered in.
Many trees adorn their skin
Wander not the haunted wood,
Pray to goodness as you should.
But if you go on a whim,
Prepare for the Phantom Grim.