In midnight's hour, your blood runs cold,
dark things are about.
You watch your back, and soon break down,
and start to scream and shout.
The moon is full, the sky is dark,
on this here Hollows' eve,
And soon upon your sanity,
dark creatures start to feed.
They're closing in, cornering you,
your back against the wall,
but suddenly, here he comes,
a stranger, dark and tall.
His eyes are red, his cloak is dark,
yet he is here to help,
to hold back the barking wolves,
and make them run and yelp.
His blade, it glows, with an eerie light,
its runes, dark and cold,
he lifts it high above his head,
and shouts, defiant and bold.
He charges off, into the night,
and all that you can see,
is glints of steel, and glowing eyes,
and spurts of blood flown free.
The nightmare creatures, once so strong,
have tasted steel so hard,
the stranger comes, and sheaths his blade,
and tells you, "Here's my card."
Thu Oct 23, 2008 6:32 pm
