In the realm of shadows, he discreetly roams,
A devil concealed behind a charming facade,
A sinister soul, a cruel heart in disguise,
Beneath a radiant visage, darkness resides.

He dons the skin of a wolf among the meek,
A predator disguised amidst the flock,
The vulnerable, the lonely, his chosen prey,
He captures their innocence, then flees away.

Beneath his chef's attire, a butcher's soul prevails,
With cleaver in hand, he revels in his cruel art,
Slicing and dicing, he dissects his victims' trust,
Creating a broth to satiate his twisted lust.

In the tailor's sanctuary, a murderer lurks,
Silently stitching and cutting with malevolence,
Waiting for a chance to claim his next victim,
His lethal gaze, a deadly glance, no escape for them.

Beware the devil in man's clothing, my friend,
For he thrives in the shadows, deceit his loyal friend,
But let us not succumb to fear's grip so tight,
Expose his wicked ways, and bring forth the light.