"A Demonic Night"

A Demonic Night...All Hallows Eve...

A night you thought to have nothing but fun
A night you would find yourself on the run
For in the night something lay in wait
And now I fear, its far to late

You heard the whispers, you ignored
Now in front of you stands...The Darkest Lord
He feels all your pain and tastes your fear
He feeds on each and every tear

His eyes are crimson, he sports the darkest of wings
And you never believed that Angels sing
Now you stare at his fangs and his claws
This Dark Lord, he gives you pause

Yet you still believe it to be a joke
Until you feel the deadly poke
As his claw runs over your face
Making your heart race

You stare in horror at the Ghouls by his side
You smell the stench of death and your eyes go wide
You try to back away and hide your fear
Realizing your death could be near

You turn and you run fearing your death
Panting and sweating, out of breath
When suddenly you run through a door and into the light
With the echoing laughter of Demons to haunt you through the night...

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