Johnny Angel: Demon For Hire. Chapter 2. Identity. Poem by Shaun Cronick

Humans everywhere! Always scurrying,
Always planning and always scheming.
As I read their selfish obtuse thoughts,
In this vile city that is always teeming...

Johnny Angel: Demon For Hire. Chapter 2.
Identity.

I walk among them all unaware, unnoticed,
Never revealing my true demonic face.
Projecting my dark demonic powers,
On all, this most pathetic human race.

But my powers will slowly dwindle down,
I need a second skin to slip inside.
A suit that will fit me from head to toe,
I seek the most worthless human hide.

Night drops its inevitable ebony mantle,
Night, my dark ally I very tightly embrace
As I venture into the heart of darkness,
But, I'm the heart of darkness in this place.

And speaking of hearts I am so ravenous,
Ravenous! For there is so much blood I smell.
I'll pick one already doomed and bound for Hell,
And to deliver a message to Lucifer to tell.

I read many tiny minds and finally find him,
A mass rapist, killer and a violent thug.
Perfect! His hide and heart I'll take,
I know his young skin will fit so snug.

I hypnotically call to him from an alley,
He comes and I deftly rip from him his heart.
I show it to him in shock still beating,
As my frenzied feeding now begins to start.

Now sated and wearing my new identity,
I feel I'm being watched, spied upon.
I use my powers and quickly search all around,
Nothing! No! A shadow then its gone.

There's something not quite right here...
My powers again slowly now scan all-round layer by layer.
Then from nowhere he now reveals himself,
Karl Kurgan! The legendary human demon-hunter and slayer! ...