Ware thee now the evil beast
prowling tombs and halls
a word or line of poison breath
mortality soon calls
sharp claws and long of tooth
standing fell and tall
looming over life and death
robbing Peter, paying Paul
dare not the joust of wits
for time will slip, and fall
such are traps made of this
that kills each and every one of us
yes, it slays us
all
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
Ware thee now the evil beast
prowling tombs and halls
a word or line of poison breath
mortality soon calls
sharp claws and long of tooth
standing fell and tall
looming over life and death
robbing Peter, paying Paul
dare not the joust of wits
for time will slip, and fall
such are traps made of this
that kills each and every one of us
yes, it slays us
all
Sometimes, the darkness
wins
:(
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