a prescence of evil......

Nobody knows of his name, who is he? People ask...
Only his shadow can be seen...from the dark only his footsteps can be heard,his face never shown but a mask
People fear him from far, up close they avoid his evil prescence and all of his personal needs,
In hope of their freedom, the people flee, feeling trapped they are influenced by his deeds
He takes not one, but two or three women, just little girls you see;
He caresses their bodies, brakes their hearts, revealing a beware sign to you and me
He steals their soul, their mind not whole, making a tomorrow seem so bleak...
He hurts his victims, as well as their loved ones, for his heart is so weak.
The heavens open and release a scent, for the hope that all things go their way,
But the essence of life may never occur, for he stole their lives that day.