The "last" Things (The "haunting") Continues....

They flee. Those immortals, back to damnation Until the full moon, aids again re-creation The hordes of dog-mongrels, are pacing the earth It happens with every eclipse, their re-birth Beginning with claws and proceeding to fang Expanding their faces, and noses, like chain Their muscles twist heavy, their hair un-described Locked in their essence, is terror denied Look!, the coolness of fog, fingers down Settling on dead things, all over the ground Then piercing howls, cut the air like pure glass, If you’re alone, then your neck hair, stands fast, And shadows you’ll see, wherever you look, If fear is the last thing, you thought, you’d forsook, If something is near you, then you’d better run! Cause the bite of the mongrel, has only begun! Sponsored by the tapping of Sami Al-khalili John Lovings iii Game The Haunted Poets Society by John Loving iii Who's next?... Aleera Walters-De La Keur