The child was born on a blood moon.
It was known very soon after he was born, that something was terribly amiss.
He would grimace and hiss.
Not excepting a hug or kiss.
He would not smile nor cry.
Just intently watch with black eyes.
After only a few days he grew sharp teeth.
He would stay up all night causing his parents grief.
He seemed to grow more advanced by the day.
Doctors were puzzled by his ways.
He was deemed a genius.
He nearly always seemed to have a wicked smile.
After a while his parents began to fear something was wrong.
His mother holding him began to sing a nursery song.
He watched with no emotion.
She had the notion to cuddle him close.
To her surprise he bit a chunk from her neck.
From her cries of distress, and blood pouring down her dress.
He began to laugh.
She tried desperately to run away.
But she lost to much blood.
Now she lays dead on the rug.
Bloody little feet left a trail from the room.
He laid in wait his father would be home soon.
When finally he returned home.
He walked up the stairs calling his wife.
Horrified by the sight he found, he backed away, his baby no where to be found.
In horror he followed the tiny blooded foot prints on the ground.
Without a sound his son tripped him, and watched as he fell down the stairs.
Now he to lay broken twisted on the ground.
The demon child walked away laughing without a care.
He was born to be the demon king.
To bring forth evil on the world.
Today just a start of the death and betrayal he would inflect.
All that come in contact with him would die or become deathly sick.
As he grows he vows darkness will fall.
He calls all evil that dwells.
For you see. he truly is a child from hell.
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