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
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Rhymes checked on Rhymezone, syllables on howmanysyllables
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