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The creature lies in wait. |
I trail along the cobblestones Always looking back I hear the wind’s cries and moans Through an old abandoned shack And I know that something lurks Unknown to my wandering eye A streak across the grass For that was where the Blood Flowers lie A premonition vast As something starts to lurk These flowers bloom from the scent Of crimson drops above As they drip from a cruel, deep vent Lacking any form of love From that which continues to lurk That ghostly, ominous creature Shrouded in the mist That vile-seeming undertaker Scratching my name off his list And I can see that which lurks A bony mask and a wicked smile With gleaming yellow eyes A gaze that could churn a person’s bile And a hand like a vice The monster that still yet lurks It approaches me, slowly Walking in pace I try to flee swiftly But couldn’t turn my face From the Reaper who malevolently lurks That Reaper raised his bloodthirsty scythe Ready to swing it down That wretched, terrible dark red knife Cut the air around Held by that devil who no longer needed to lurk I waited for that fabled blade To cut me to the core Sweat and worry filled my veins I fell to knees on the floor Before that which used to lurk There was a brilliant flash of light And what I beheld Was a blade that shattered beyond all sight And the creature that was felled The creature that could no longer lurk I looked down upon my relieved chest And this is what I say A beautiful cross, I do not jest Saved my life that day Removing all that lurks |