The Demonic Chainsaw Man

In the dark of night, with moon high and bright,

There lurks a beast with teeth of steel,

A demon born of rage and might,

A horror that no man can feel.

It roams the land with deadly grace,

Its chainsaw roaring loud and clear,

And all who see its fearsome face,

Are stricken with a mortal fear.

No weapon can this fiend subdue,

No magic spell its wrath assuage,

For it is death, and death is true,

A force that none can disengage.

Yet still they come, these hapless souls,

To face the beast and claim its prize,

For they are driven by their goals,

Their greed a mask for their demise.

And so it goes, the blood and gore,

The screams of terror and despair,

As the chainsaw man forevermore,

Leaves death and ruin everywhere.

So heed my warning, one and all,

And stay away from this cursed land,

For if you hear the chainsaw's call,

You'll meet your fate at its cruel hand.