Above the hairs raised on your head and nails chewed into tattered shreds, and sweatballed sheets piled on your bed, a purple moon is on the rise across the evil ebony skies reflecting in your bulging eyes.
The wind it mocks your whimpering sighs....
Each creak, each groan brings prayer beseeched "What's That!!..My God!!" your limit's reached, a nervous wreck washed up and beached, on devils isle defenses breached, this hallow eve undead....unleashed ~ ~ O O ^ \ / |||||
The dank foul smell of rotting flesh, the grisly pulp and cartiledge, in a satin box a restless corpse, feels evil's call to metamorph, the hinges spring the lid works free, the soil loosens purposely, then from below what once breathed air, seeks to escape its musty lair, a melon head of mold and bone, emerges on its journey home, returning now to all who fear, the doorbell rings "LOOKOUT IT'S HERE!!" _ _ O O ^ \ / ||||| +
The next day finds an empty house,
some spots of blood a chewed up blouse,
ten nails gouges dug in the floor that lead right out the open door and on the door painted in red a macabre note that simply said "We feed on fear to it we're led beware of the unleashed, undead!"