Author of horror genre
“The Cycle of Evil”
Death comes for me
And I welcome it
There is blood dripping
From my chest down to where I sit
A stake that penetrated
My cold, black heart
Ended my feast early
In this evening’s dark
You stand over me
Not quite believing what you see
Yet your eyes do not deceive you
And your actions certainly saved you
You wonder what I am
And how I came to be
Just how many more of me
Are out there, you think
I start to laugh as I die
You feel no pain
But begin to cry
Your end is near
And you can sense it
For we are many
And now, you’re defenseless
Run! Run! While you can
That’s more fun than when you stand
So I get to have the last laugh, it appears
As your throat is ripped out from ear to ear.
Written on September 22, 2021
The moral is to have more than one stake and never go out alone.
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