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The Darkness

PostAuthor: Anthea » Sat Oct 31, 2020 8:33 pm

The Darkness

The night descends, the darkness falls
The chilling sound of the werewolf calls
The creatures of the night are free
And from their evil all do flee

Somewhere high above the land
The lord does still his gentle hand
As he who lurks beneath the soil
Comes to do his evil toil

I will confront him, he to me
He’ll see how powerful I can be
For on that long since dreaded day
I will send him on his way

I’ll then concoct my wondrous brew
And stir it well my evil stew
I’ll call the words you dread to hear
Dinners up so come here dear

Anthea


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