the hunt

As  a full moon rises into the dark of any given night a lurking silhavette seems to ooz from one shadow to the next. The hunter of the hunter of the unpure souls have returned as the demon i hold within stalks twords you realization of your fate will paralyze you with fear a single look into my eyes will comfirm that you have but a few moments left to live. For my wheapons are only the most lethal and my skills is way proven my regret will be none if you are seein as a uncaring heart. I will allow  your retched soul to depart this existance and feel not a single moment of sadness or doubt mines pure hunt. Do all that you can so you do not become my pray should this fate be fall you. Your only tribute will be the hellish bay I will give up beneath a full moon as your blood soaks into the earth beneath your ruined corspe seek me not for i am well hidden amongest human kind I am one of you until the moon rises full into the midst of the night sky, Then my transformation falls apon me with crushing weight of all the sadness caused and pain felt in the world around me. The demon serges forth with a blood chilling growl which encomposes all the ferocity of the anger i have harvested from this pain. The innocent need not worry the demon within finds no comfort amongst the peaceful his comfort lies in the depatching of evil hearts uncaring souls and ripping away the unworthy life from its undeserving body to spot the true wolf simply look deeply into my eyes...