You hurry
You scurry
Perhaps even worry
As you run and seek to hide
For this night the Grimjowl rides.
He seeks flesh
He seeks blood
Will he be quenched by your soul?
Or will you run and hear him wail
As to catch you he now fails.
Burning eyes flame in the night
Billowing smoke unholy light.
Plagues ride from his form
Monstrous things never should be born.
The Grimjowl rides
The Grimjowl prowls
When he’s near there an unearthly howl.
Run and flee
Else you’ll never be free
And on your soul the Grimjowl feeds.
RedRavenPoems 
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