ZaP! The lightning goes
BaZoOm!
Bright lights seep in
darkened rooms
An eerie mass
of webs subside
where all species
of spiders collide

Soft haunting moans
fill up the air
as haggling laughter
of witches declare
“A fearful evening
has come about,
all may come in
but, none will go out”

Foul smelling aromas
encircle through halls
as vultures bare down cawing
deaths caw caws
Flesh now sweats dew drops,
the purest of fear
I slide up behind asking
“why are you here?”

The sweet scent of vermouth
smelt on your skin
just below the ear
right top of a vein
your answer falls short,
to short indeed
as you fall victim
to my driving feed...

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