There are creatures that crawl through veins,
Unseen, yet felt, like ethereal chains.
They slither and coil, with secrets untold,
They blow hot and they blow cold.

They creep in the shadows, elusive and sly,
Their presence unseen to the naked eye.
Mysterious things, their essence profound,
Leaving traces of slime as they slither around.

In the stillness of the night, their whispers arise,
tormenting the wakeful, igniting wild cries.
They walk with dread, hidden and deep,
awakening monsters locked up in magic’s keep.

These creatures and monsters when set free,
Feed on terror, death brings them glee.
They gobble in the night, unheard of in the day
Embrace their whispers, they’ll ****** your soul away,