Evil Roams
the bells toll at the midnight hour
as ghosts, goblins, demons and more
evil are summoned to power
they wreak their fear upon the weak
souls who have lost their way in life
and with God, they must someway speak
the one horror that roams the night
is the soulless undead vampire
upon the world, they are a blight
the human blood is what they need
in allowing them to survive
without having blood, they don't bleed
when the light of dawn comes around
those rays are the bane which kills them
forcing them to go underground
once the sun goes down, stay inside
the only way you can be safe
and listen cause others have died
the bells toll at the midnight hour
Copyright © Karl Lorson Sr | Year Posted 2016
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