I saw him in a dream again last night

I saw him in a dream again last night

He was flavored like kool-aid 
made from gunpowder & whiskey 
& had the voice of old worn leather 
people were drawn to the carnival of his freak show 
the very essence of his madness 
drawn like the chalk outline at a crime scene 
only to dance for a moment...then gone 
his eyes were like diamonds made of razor blades 
that could penetrate straight through to your soul 
& make it bleed for him 
he would come for you with such a fury 
it would feel as if the hell hounds very breath were on your neck 
his shadow could scatter the darkness 
to be replaced by something much more evil 
the weight of his presence upon you would be enough to crush your very soul into a fine pigment 
he would use to paint the walls of his cathedral 
& the thunderous sound of hoof prints still haunts me