Evil Goes Home

The wind blew strong on a silent night
bringing back thoughts once suppressed,
Stirring evil that chilled his bones
creating a smile as he dressed,

An eerie comfort soothed his mind
choosing the toy of the night,
Thinking of the screams to come
placed erotic pleasure in sight,

Trolling the park in search of fun
approaching the target to be,
Raising his arm to strike her down
as a lightning bolt set him free,

On a silent night in the park it is said
If you listen close to where he`d roam,
When the wind blows just right you`ll hear
Thank you Satan for bringing me home