The Stone Walker

He walks on top of the gravestones
Hoping to find his feast
A creature that even the darkness abhors
A cruel and hideous beast

He lusts for the flesh of those deceased
As he walks among the stones
He gorges himself with the rotted flesh
'Til there's nothing left but bones

Even Death himself will turn his face
For he cannot stand the sight
The demons sent to guard the graves
Will run away in fright

This beast who dines among the dead
Never makes a sound
He walks on top the stones each night
Until his feast is found

They call this beast The Stone Walker
He's found where ever there's death
Tonight he'll eat someone you knew
You can smell them on his breath

Reviews

[KarinaT]

Brrrr - dont' read late at night...Very good indeed

[Michael G.]

Very morbid and dark.
Stephen King called and asked if he could borrow The Stone Walker for a new book he is writing.
Well formed and well written, my friend.