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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It is the craving never satisfied, the malformation Of gluttonous starvation, the disfigured beast of emaciation. Hell's spiritually depraved wind walker, feasting on the Lingering slowing pulse of the flat liners final vibrations. Engorging itself on the fiendish terror, unleashed by this The devil’s own kindred son! Dare not look into his hollowed out eyes, turn away from This misshapen abomination, with its tautly pulled Flesh, stretching thinly over its boney skeletal frame, it so Lurks in the night shadows, waiting for a moment of Unconscious weakness! For it senses your revulsion, yet it excites and stimulates Its inner bloods thirst, and desire to feed, awaken from this Realistic nightmare, quicken your pace, hasten your steps, Run mortal fool, run! But there is no safe place to hide, once you bare his Mark as prey, the predator by midnight follows the Unrighteous footprints, this blackened satanic beast! Beware the wrath of the Wendigo, for it has no soul. This demonic sadist, hiding within the arms of darkness. Behold this Insatiable cannibalistic hunter, Taboo’s flesh crawler, stalking on the edge of reality, Thriving on the hatred, and malice of your civilized society. This demonic boogie man, whom dances on the grave Stones of the innocent backwards, wearing a mask Of lies and deceit, spitting forth a foul odorous Stench, repelling the living, attracting the undead! Beneath the chilling air, a creature so slithers, undetectable Turning into vaporous mist, sniffing at the shifting winds, Seeking, testing its keen awareness against the night breeze. Kneeling in the holy church, the sinner begs for redemptions Shield, to protect him against this foul monster of evil, But it is too late, for the devil owns this fallen soul, And the wendigo, is here to collect on his dark fathers Unconsecrated debit. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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