Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill 2
And when the darkness falls
What sleep will there be
Save in dire dreams
The nightmare murder moves closer
On prickling skin
Balking and gagging
Left to the suffocation of sheets
And dripping sweat
When the darkness falls
Sleep there will be
But hunted on wide rimmed starings
On a chill pitch glue blackness
Shuffle tarot card footsteps
Only the skeleton creek of the shutters lynch
Breaks on the beaded pores of mumbled prayers
Our father who art in the dark
Settles fitful slumberous breath
On a vampires teeth
Raked the burning ashes of cold eating eyes
‘Tis the middle of the night
Only the undead ivory glistens
The forgotten blood stains
When darkness falls
Sleep there will be
In dire dreams
Nightmare murder moves closer
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