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Awakened
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Poetry
The restless dead stir in the night
and creatures of shadow
loom over the cradle of living
souls
standing tall under the moon's melencholy light
Along victorian hallways dark and drear
silent maddness slithering, creeps
saying mind not the creaking
for
there exists no danger here
In a distant void terrified cats weep and wail
and parents struggle for sleep
praying against the unknown
the
chilling the anxiety the wet kiss of hell
Forlorne homes shiver and shake
thier yellow eyes glowing
burning low in the darkness
dancing
in horror for the hosts of innnocence they are here to take
Screetching shutters violently wag to and fro
in hopes of saving the sleeping
to shoo away the sorrow
from the dark ones the dreaming do not know
Against small feet tongues of shadow delightfuly taste
crawling slowly hissing
into the soundless ears of
babes
before the sunrises the dead must make haste
Whispers fade deep into the night
as creatures of the grave
slip from empty cradles of lonliness
once
occupied with love now filled with shrieking fright.
As the moon dies away beginning its long fall
the horrid moaning of terror
shall bellow long into day
and
the living left to wittness the restless shadow's eternal call.
