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by Saul Sep 24, 2020 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
The coolness of the air penetrates the dirt It descends deep down into the depths of the earth Its coldness reaches a rotten old wooden tomb It fills up the chamber of the decaying womb The cold stirs the corpse and it lets out a loud yell Its rank breath filling the air with its ghastly smell It breaks free of its dark eternal resting spot Making its way to the surface of the old plot It pulls itself from the hole of the cold dank ground Looking about to see if anyone’s around The delicious autumn air fills its rotting nose And the dampness of the ground wets its old bare toes It needs to feed its desiccated weak husk Hunting will be easy with the cover of dusk In the distance, Far from the unhallowed ground It hears the commotions of a neighboring town As the laughter of children are heard it now sees, It awoke to feed because it is Hallows Eve