A Poem

Darkness falls across the land.

The midnight hour is at hand.

Creatures crawl in search of blood,

they'll terrorize you in your heart.

The foulest stench is in the air,

The foul of forty thousand years.

Grizzly ghouls from every tomb

are closing in to seal your doom.

You try to fight to stay alive,

but your body starts to shiver.

For no mere mortal can resist

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