They Sip the Soul
In the desolate domain of eerie milieu under the ebony sky
on the murky ground the nocturnal animals prowl around,
stalking those who can’t see the nightriders slither in the sly
from the creepy wild, the unsuspecting they craftily hound.
With the arcane acumen of sinister feral creatures they lurk,
like sordid silhouettes of evil menace they stealthily sneak
into the quintessence of your life crumbling down berserk,
as they sip the seraphic ambrosia of your soul they seek.
October 29,2020
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