Saturday, October 31, 2015

#049: Dark Magic (Part 2)

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'all's neighborhood.

And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell.

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of 40,000 years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom.

And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller.

-Vincent Price, Thriller.