He laughs with a despicable grit,
Conceited, sinister bellowing noise.
Streaks the canvas in a raging fit,
He is the medium of the devil's voice.
Poised to severe bodies on the way,
Poison every stream he treads,
His appetite gleams with notoriety,
Unfazed ruthless, he moves ahead.
Poised to kill,
at the call of shot.
Plunder the mother of her bounty,
He leaves her barren, cold and dead,
To be forgotten for posterity.