He has no name,
And has no soul,
Adorned in suit and tie,
Wrist supporting a Rolex of gold.

He stalks the streets,
Bearing a gentle grin.
He waits patiently for his chance,
When he can invite people in.

The man’s riches and wealth,
Always spark greed,
Which then starts conversations,
And the soon-to-be lifeless plead,

“Oh sir, tell us your secrets,
Why do you call?
It seems you have an offer,
Far greater than them all.”

He draws them in close,
Tells them everything they want to hear,
Which is how he robs them of life,
Killing them with their own fear.

The naive and curious are first to go,
As the Devil himself, from pits of hell,
Reveals his true form,
Which is not known well.

The suit is stripped,
Tie undone,
Off comes the wristwatch,
And Death screams “I have won!”

That same man,
Who was dressed to a T,
Is now on the hunt for one who knows him best,
Which is me.