There is an evil entity that roams Midnights Row.
A legend foretold from below.
It is said that this entity takes form of a man;
A man with drawn-out teeth, constantly craving more blood.
And long black nails sharper than razors, etched with searing death.
This man has lengthy dark hair that shines bright in the black skies.
If you look at him you will find nothing but a morbid hatred in his eyes.
All alone he fears nothing.
His heart is coated black with charcoal,
He is an obscurity unknown to the mortal world.
With hatred that is scorned;
A hatred that will remain forever.
He is a legend in hell, a myth on earth.
Yet if you ever venture to Midnights Row,
You will be taking a mortifying trip to the gallows.
For this legend is truth, and you have been warned;
If you come here your death has been set.
The last thing you'll see is his black eyes, his teeth bared,
And his long nails extended at your throat.
The last thing you'll feel is his teeth sinking into your veins as you choke.
At the time you take your last breath you will then understand,
That this legend,
Was not a joke.