No one knows when they slide by,
their rage befalls you off guard like a storm of vermin falling from the sky,
How many more die?
No one can predict their visitation that over shadows your solace,
they leave souls at the verge of Hades face

They come unannounced,
Their heavy foot steps unheard,
They bang doors with their mighty paws,
Their presence nurtures fear,
Their voices are deep and scarylike the grim reeper's,
They never whisper,
No one knows why.

Their eyes are ghoulish,
What they are up to they never relinqish,
They leave you never to ever relish,
They smile the Jocker's way,
They traumatize their victims,
making them visualize their own sins.

No one can anticipate their return when they leave,
The law with its long hands fails to trace them they grieve,
When they leave,
People bolt their minds doors for fear of their memory,
When they pass your way,
there is no more relief,
Impossible to relive.

by Yt machiavelli