Flickering light, images flow by
of cats and vamps and wolves on the sly
the undead tango with the dead
oh.. the books I have not read.
When something happens, something small
turns the whole place withall
popcorn doesn't pop no more
it's all a matter of blood and gore.
For when in the jungle, the quiet jungle
the lion roars tonight
the baser beasts fail to mingle
and move out of MY sight!
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
Flickering light, images flow by
of cats and vamps and wolves on the sly
the undead tango with the dead
oh.. the books I have not read.
When something happens, something small
turns the whole place withall
popcorn doesn't pop no more
it's all a matter of blood and gore.
For when in the jungle, the quiet jungle
the lion roars tonight
the baser beasts fail to mingle
and move out of MY sight!
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