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Author Name: FreeThe Dream Ghost 1 Comments
Date Added: December 14, 2011 10:12:25 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
Category: Mystery/Suspense Add To Favorites | Text Only
The Undead Storm
Have you ever opened your eyes,
To the sound of gusting wind
When the windows fly by
& the terror sinks in
Watch now as you run for your life
& dodge the flinging filth

You might of heard many discouraging words
& they might detour your heart from the happiness in your life
Watch out for the demon creatures
Protect your soul my child it may be too late
To hide from the wrath ahead

For the storm, of the undead
Are flying in, & tearing apart,
The whole world shall be lost
Thanks to the undead holocaust

You may not want to believe
The storm of evil coming across the sea
A storm of the undead

We must all now go underground & hide until there is no sound
Our sons must not see the evil over the sea
So I ask now, my children
Have you ever opened your eyes to the sound of true evil
It may very well be the storm above the sea or the evil inside our hearts
But know that love is the only thing keeping us from tearing apart

Now watch my child
I walk to the edge of all time
So that the undead set their eyes upon me
I feel the rushing winds tearing at me
Glass shards cut, but them I can not see
Close the shutter doors behind me, I greet the evil with a smiling face
& my children shall remember these days, I pray now my children remember my face

The storm has come to claim me for it's own deed, the tornadoes are full of distaste
I can see the blood in the wind now, it is a darkly lit red,
It was on a cold winter's eve, when the dead came by storm
It was a cold winter's eve, when the devil took me with his horns
It was on this cold winter's eve, that I took my leave
& merely grinned as the devil smiled at me
I shall see my family again
Only next time, it will be on a calm, shining sea
For the devil can not tear apart my family.

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Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on December 14, 2011 11:29:44 AM Report
Dream Ghost: very well written.  Did enjoy; good seeing  you posting.  

Lady D


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