An eerie moon lights evil walls that glow in midnight’s hue,
While caterwauls of banshee sound o’er rats and feeding shrew.
The carrion of ghoulish feast, so foul that vultures flee
Is strewn across the cobbles like some fiend’s grotesque debris.Now unbeknownst to ladies who are gathered in the hall
To celebrate the harvest with an autumn festal ball,
The creature who eviscerates all unsuspecting foe
Is slith’ring up that glowing wall with malice none can know.
The somber silence saturates the dank and dismal air,
Then seeps beneath the hard-closed doors t’ward dancers, unaware.
Transparent fog of destiny engulfing all in sight,
The dancers seem eternal though this be their final night.
Down corridors of much-tread stone, a trail of slime appears,
As moonlight glistens on that path, no sound assaults their ears,
For creatures that scale castle walls in search of prey at night
Are merciless and care not who they pillage or they smite.
A gloom beyond description, a debilitating fog,
Hung by one who is creating the final epilogue.
The dancers pause to catch a breath not knowing it’s their last.
They laugh and smile not knowing that they are a grim repast.
A rending crash, the door is smashed, the wrath of hell is loosed.
The creature rises to the roof, now no one is excused.
With gnashing teeth and flaming eyes and mouth frothed o’er
with gore,
He rends the folk and banquet hall like none have rent before.
The floor besmirched by carrion, long caked by age and time,
Where all is dried except of course the uncongealed red slime.
The stench beyond imagining still holds the world at bay,
Behind the moon-drenched glowing walls that n’er will see the day.
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