You aren't much loved by many through the ages
Your tales of dread they have carried, the sages
Are they truths of your personality which they speak?
Many in all generations for You faithfully seek

Some You visit when it's eerily quiet
Your aura when you're around is no secret
While to some You make a grand entrance
Attention seeker You are to display your presence

You got style it's a nauseous accompanied shudder
They fall in multitudes when you are the trigger
Pieces too many to count in...