Beneath
Beneath the turf rotting,
Lies a darkness deep
and daunting.
Here foul creatures lurk
and prowl,
feasting on flesh,wretched
and foul.
Stench fills the air,thick
and heavy,
As the dead decay,bloated
and unsteady.
Their horrid whispers through
the night,
A cruel reminder of life's
final plight.
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