Deep in the nightmare forest
where only the brave or foolhardy would enter
is the hut of that crazy man Ivan
the horror child of a dementor
The walls seep with blood that coagulates
dripping slowly to the floor
making a deep crimson carpet
that makes a crunching sound
Human bones are the spine to his door
screams of his victims resound in echos
he sits on a pile of dead bodies
and there sharpens his knife
The smell of death is everywhere
skulls outside his home warn all to be aware
he glances out of his cobwebbed window
knowing soon the moon will appear
Then he will leave the forest
and head to the nearest village
to grab another unsuspecting victim
another night of death and pillage
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Deep in the nightmare forest
where only the brave or foolhardy would enter
is the hut of that crazy man Ivan
the horror child of a dementor
The walls seep with blood that coagulates
dripping slowly to the floor
making a deep crimson carpet
that makes a crunching sound
Human bones are the spine to his door
screams of his victims resound in echos
he sits on a pile of dead bodies
and there sharpens his knife
The smell of death is everywhere
skulls outside his home warn all to be aware
he glances out of his cobwebbed window
knowing soon the moon will appear
Then he will leave the forest
and head to the nearest village
to grab another unsuspecting victim
another night of death and pillage
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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