Vincent Vega Posted April 21, 2006 Share Posted April 21, 2006 The wind is howling,on a dark night so coldchillingly the wind's harsh tone is echoingand it's cries can touch the very pit of a man's soulThe silent shadows of the darkness reach out to choke and grabbut lo and behold a quick turn and fearing the worst!.....but there was nothing thereSo I laid back down, upon my bedso soft and silkyGazing through my window sill at the starsso shining bright and milkyWhen came the wind howling once againere before the first screech of airdid ever there rise such many a hairupon mine mortal headand the quick, dankon and dreary shadowsplayed their sickening shapes, to my fragile mortal dreadAnd upon many a cold, dark and windy night such as thisarise many a damned, foul and wicked creature from the deepest hells of the abyssto slaughter, pillage and scareto rip, burn, rape and tearbut oh, only in a mortal man's worst nightmaresdo the sick shadows and worst dreams come to beand oh, only in the deepest threads of sleepdo knives shearing their way up your spineand through your soul, ever do they slowly creepLo, and see in the shadows of the nightplaying upon your wall, the lost souls of the wicked, evil, rotting damned. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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