For Fear of Little Tiny Ghouls...

Tis a dark and damp and gloomy eve...
The wind it russeles the dieing leaves,
And eary sounds can be heard...
Their nothing like the spoken word...
And glowing eyes are stareing hard....
The shivers shake you yard by yard..

Your pace it quickens through the glen....
The sounds! Are they closing in?....
Your head it turns to look behind..
You dread to see what your eyes might find.

For in the wooded glen there lives ...
A dreaded creature that never gives,
A second chance to those whom tread...
Inside its lair, of the dead....

Your heart it pounds inside your chest..
For your mind won't give it rest..
And fear it swells inside your soul....
for it's your death bell you hear toll...

You run and run to escape it's grasp,
Through muck and mud you pant and gasp.
but in the end there's no escape
as you look up to your fate....

The claws they dig into your flesh.
The fangs they slash at what is left..
Your mind it races in your head...
for thoughts that you will soon be dead..

Your feeling cold and very ill..
And soon you know that you'll be still..
For you have been a victim of ..
The dreaded Creature of Fox Glove....

Written By Mystic_Vampyr


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