The Slasher Chronicles

In the midst of woods, where shadows creep, You stalk, unseen, through secrets deep. Hunting those who dare oppose your might, A phantom figure in the moon's soft light. Amongst the ancient trees, you prowl, A predator on a mission, an ominous howl. Through twilight's veil, your presence concealed, As twilight descends, your power revealed. In whispered winds, your name is spread, A chilling tale of dread and dread. They tremble in fear at the mere sound of you, The enigma of darkness, the terror that's true.