There was once a man,

Who thought he was rather skilled,

Since he caused all of his enemies,

To be subtly killed.

The thrill of the kill,

Gave his life a little spice,

Little did he know,

That his actions demanded a high price.

He passed a horrible accident,

A man’s car had been slammed into a tree,

“Strange,” the man thought,

“He kind of looks like me.”

One night he came home,

After playing another twisted game,

He turned on the sink, but instead of water,

It spout a searing flame.

He decided instead to take a nice bath,

Soon he felt the soothing flood,

But no sooner had he turned off the faucet,

The water turned into blood.

He deemed it a hallucination,

And went off to bed,

But suddenly he heard,

The screams of the horrid dead.

Soon a portal opened in his wall,

And out reached a wicked claw,

That embraced him and drug him,

Into its mighty jaw.

He heard nothing more,

Than his own painful moan in,

The Portal because he had become a victim of,

Another Unseen Omen.