Something wicked this way comes
Gathering all it's power
Amid the rats and crashing waves
The crew it has devoured
A tempest rages towards the land
With thunder up ahead
Lightening strikes but only once
He is the living dead
Crashed and wrecked upon the shore
No words can explain
Whitby stunned by the destruction
And rancid death in the rain
He disappeared with out a trace
Returned to his sacred ground
Empty the crate he was brought in
There was no body to be found
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Six trees all in a row. And as the wind begins to blow. They start to sway. And the leaves fall away. Crashing to the ground. The pirates treasure was never found. At the bottom of the ocean.
What goes on in this darkened house Built beyond the graveyard gates. Evil, torture and lost souls A playground for where they all go. A house beyond the fear and yells.
The sun goes down Shadows creep in Let nighttime begin. I smile, the night is so much more amusing. Anything could be unexpected. Like me. I walk in silence becoming one with the darkness.
@sjw it's based on Bram Stokers vision of the Counts arrival. Im not sure about annual gatherings up there. ๐
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