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This one got a little more graphic then i intended, but i like the way it turned out. Hope you all enjoy a taste of the dark side hahaha.

Little Black Things

Locked in this cellar, there's no coming out,
The creatures outside, from bodies they sprout,
Little red eyes, skin thick, black and blotched,
I dare not find help, the door surely watched,

With razor sharp teeth, they tear at the flesh,
And with little hooked claws, at skin they do thresh,
Their victims still alive, scream for reprieve,
But are given no rest, until the following eve,

Once the poor souls at rest, their bodies still warm,
A new horrid form, these creature adorn,
They drink of the blood, they scream and they howl,
Then out from their stomachs, comes something most foul,

A ball of black maggots, makes its appearance,
And what happens next, defys all coherence,
They crawl for the corpse, you hear their starved squeals,
And from freshly dead flesh, come a hundred dark meals,

But that is not all, im sorry to say,
A short while later, comes a dismal display,
From out of the body, one after another,
Crawl those little black monsters, from their crimson cover,

Off into the night, they hunt and they stalk,
For another new plaything, to make scream and to mock,
Their only desire, to cause pain and to flay,
A life of destruction, the source of dismay.