Death of a predator

Life is not what is seems to be,
especially to the one
whose name is no longer seen.

the evil angle has lost is way
shot down in blood
and left decay.

his blackened wings are no longer there..
his dreadful smile
his dirty hair.

the devil decided to take him back
but not without
some murdering hack.

His breathless air floats on by
carrying away
the desperate sigh.

six feet under is where hell be
the dead corpus rots
but not a soul shall see.

May the killer be not whom you know
for she will live
through the dark gloomy show.

this is the end of a dreadful thing
for the predator is gone
and left unseen.