The clack of bones across the night,
The eerie moon's most silver light.
The howl of werewolves singing true,
The moon is full then begins anew.
The witches cackle and chant their songs,
Singing proud of all their wrongs.
The vampires lick their lips and gnaw,
Blood on lips and lips on gore.
Bodies strewn across the street,
Mangled limbs, be hands or feet.
An overlooking ball of light,
The moon is full and darke tonight.
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Alone it sits on Dreary Lane, Decrepit and crumbling, Abandoned and forgotten, Foundations all a-rumbling.
Blood dripped. From your. Teeth,. My body. Fell limp. Underneath,. Your weight. Squashed my. Core,. I closed my eyes. Trying to. Ignore,. The burning. Pain in my. Neck,. All over my body.
Black hardened eyes cold & dry,. Staring out into night,. Looking into a puddle of blue,. Reflecting the moon dangling in the sky,. No reflections. of a vampires existence of life,.
I spy with my little eye. A wolf died. And a little girl cried. I spy with my little eye. Trick or treat. Who will you meet. I spy with my little eye. A life for rent. And the devil is sent.
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