Untitled HorrorThe moon rose blood red the sky was dark this night a shadow blocked out the light a rustling of wingsUntitled Horror
the patter of feet the smell of fresh meat the human blood the horrid mud
the shining knife that glitter bright it sinks into flesh no sound is made
the wings beat hard the beast flies back to whence it came and the night is calm once again
the people are no more the bodies litter the floor and I'm there stood alone in the wind that blows cold
alone i stand the bitter sole survivor &
Rise from the Dead
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