17 December 2012
In a land of magic with faes and sprites,
Werewolves and vampires stalk through the night,
Witches and ghosts,
This land became the host,
To all things supernatural,
Where the mountain ridges are collateral,
You'll even see the yeti,
One look at him would make your legs unsteady,
Werewolves howl towards the moon so full,
Pray falling trap into their howls pull,
Crunching through bones,
The night absorbs nothing but painful groans,
Vampires stalking the night,
Fast and silent, quick enough not to cause fright,
Attaching their fangs to your neck,
Sucking your blood till there's nothing left,
Leaving your body limp and lifeless,
To them your blood is nothing but priceless,
You may wake up but that is worse,
You'll wake up with an indescribable thirst,
Brilliant white fangs and pale skin,
Cold to the touch a vampire herein,
The witches cackle can be heard,
Deciding on which ingredients she preferred,
To make her famous potions,
And her undesirable lotions,
Hubble bubble toil and trouble,
Once she drinks the potion her magic doubles,
She's not one to be reckoned with,
If you come across her you will not live,
The ghosts rip through the night,
You feel them but they stay out of sight,
Goosebumps rise and hairs stand up on end,
These ghosts aren't Casper they're not your friend,
They are tortured souls who've unfinished business,
Looking for revenge or even forgiveness,
During the day,
The fae's are out to play,
The sprites and fae's are magical beings,
When the naughty imps arrive they'll be fleeing,
The imps are a mischievous bunch,
Their mischief certainly packs a punch,
So in the land of wolves and faeries,
When you hear the nothingness you should be weary.
Land Of Supernatural. Pt1 • Opuss № I