Feast of the Undead

From soil and filth and death we rose One eve to feast under the moon Lurk in decay with flesh necrose Take caution, you are not immune We are merciless, unceasing From soil and filth and death we rose Time ticks, our hunger increasing Ever more as we decompose Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose No quenching of our appetite From soil and filth and death we rose On this hallowed Halloween night We hunt you in the street, your bed As we reach out from the shadows You’ll lose your mind before your head From soil and filth and death we rose Oct 12, 2022 12-16 Lines of Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest Sponsor- Tania Kitchin Quatern Rhymes checked on Rhymezone, syllables on howmanysyllables