They're like the hounds of hell,
Relentless on your trail,
Smelling your fear and hate,
Feeds the space where there should be a soul.
glimpse in their eyes,
Where you would hope to see nothing,
You see hellfire!
Look to long your trapped,
Worse than medusas glare,
You will feel your soul burnt and sucked out,
Leaving a zombified shell left behind.
They only strike after dark,
Once suns down,
The food chain will expand,
They live in the shadows,
Where light Never shines
Screaming and calling,
For their due.
Every time you step in to a shadow,
Your part way in to their land,
Just don't fall for their sirens call and stray all the way in to their teeth and grasping claws.
Β©minxyMolly
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