Spirit of the Dead - Poem

in poetry •  5 years ago 

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A night filled with howls,
Echoing from the far woods,
A call that called out to you,
From the darkness beyond.

The Moon shimmered shyly,
The evil in the dark,
Reflecting of the curses around,
Away and further away.

A thirst for the blood,
A savage one let loose,
From the depths of horror,
Set free to hunt.

Bitten by the dead,
Called to join them,
He stood awaiting,
For the one to carry him away.

All too real,
This tale unheard,
Waiting,
For the one to carry him away.

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I am a fan of the undead :P

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