Oft I wonder …Why death knocks my door?
Why I grieve and want for more
A silent creeping deep within
A ghostly creature steeped in sin

Death whispers through spider webs
Scratching footsteps and voices bled
By the morning and as darkness flees
In the thunder and as horror weaves

Under the blanket, under the bed
In a scary story, locked in my head
Beseech my heart with ungodly charms
Up in smoke with fireproof arms

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