The house was abandoned years before,
After the children killings,
The victims ripped up by carnivores,
Bloodlust over fulfilling.
Revolting evil drenched in sin,
Infected to the bone,
The Devil’s spawn did them in,
To take their spirits home.
Polluted with the stench of Hell,
The children’s souls are stuck,
Eternally in the mansion’s shell,
Free to run amok.
A twisted corpse leaves twisted minds,
It’s the law of evolution,
Their thirst unquenched, their fury blinds,
Seeking out retribution.
The light turns on, when midnight strikes,
Enticing curious beings,
Climb the stairs if you like,
Excitement guaranteeing.
The gruesome fate of those who ascend,
Cannot be discerned,
Presumptions are to the undead they transcend,
Since no one has returned.
A contest entry
- Ghosts...Vampires...Werewolves... by SummerlandRayne.
857 points, ended October 8, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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I loved this...chilling...and the rhymes are wonderful! Thank you so much for the entry!
Az
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yikes
What a great take on the prompt and what a horrible thought - spookily fabulously done - good luck
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