Strangers from Hell
In shadows where the lost
souls dwell,
Whispers weave through
the air, a spell.
Their eyes, like embers,
flicker bright,
Echoes of laughter, a
haunting night.
From depths of fire, they
rise and swell,
Strangers, yet kin, in this
darkened shell.
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