Slithering across
The cursed ground
The blackened moss
Comes without a sound.
Legs upon legs
Eyes not open
Maybe strange
Maybe hidden.
Red death
Feeds on mortals
Go to bed
To become immortal.
Hanging demon
Beneath
Don't point your gun
Underneath.
Knife in hand
Stay away
She moves in darkness
Ready for melee.
Trapped within a box
Tortured
Locked up
Time for murder.
A rotten mass
Squelching past
Something crass
Melting.
Ultimate horror
Trapped as well
Do you adore her?
Send her to Hell.
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