Haunted Cemetery
The story told by haggard sage,
of evil born in days of yore,
of blood filled eyes that never age
and peer up at their coffin's door.
The hunt that fate can never sate
now prowls across the foggy moor
and slips within the village gate
with appetite that must restore.
The blood of life that lives and dies
and then is born to seek again.
A painful truth that never lies;
a curse so real it never ends.
Another lured to evil's whim,
now drawn to eyes they can't resist,
reflecting distant candle dim
and falling there to life's last kiss.
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