It was upon the pain spattered moon
this night so many years ago
the crimson stained candelabras burned
The cellos moaned suffering upon those screams in the night
liquid violence trailed behind him
blood stained foot prints leading the chase
It was upon a dare
now the chase began
Caught up in those grim horrors
they were of meat hooks painted in blood
torsos hung with no appendages left
Screaming wraiths and gaseous blades
They were snapping at his heels
It was to deaths’ door he ran
His friends were dead long ago
He kept telling people the demons still came
Screams in the night saturated in murder
They ripped through night
Under the moon burning red in anger
In Romania mothers tell their little children an old lore to get them to go to sleep
“when the moon burns high you must be asleep, or else the zombies will come out of the cornfields and eat you.
this night so many years ago
the crimson stained candelabras burned
The cellos moaned suffering upon those screams in the night
liquid violence trailed behind him
blood stained foot prints leading the chase
It was upon a dare
now the chase began
Caught up in those grim horrors
they were of meat hooks painted in blood
torsos hung with no appendages left
Screaming wraiths and gaseous blades
They were snapping at his heels
It was to deaths’ door he ran
His friends were dead long ago
He kept telling people the demons still came
Screams in the night saturated in murder
They ripped through night
Under the moon burning red in anger
In Romania mothers tell their little children an old lore to get them to go to sleep
“when the moon burns high you must be asleep, or else the zombies will come out of the cornfields and eat you.