Silhouettes dancing under moon's light,
Sends The Beast's scream in to the night.
The bloody call is , sadly, The Beast's last,
The moon's light is the dark shadow's mast.
Temptation bestowed this fate,
Knowledge hit when it was to late.
For what The Beast never knew,
Is hidden in next morning's dew.
Murder on temptation's call,
The devil started this all.
The sharp blade killed the good;
The Beast's Call forever withstood.
For when The Beast knew what was to be,
He swiftly stood to strongly disagree.
But, alas, temptation has won,
And The Beast's fate was redone.
Temptation at it's horrid best,
Leading The Beast to it's final rest.
All The Beast wanted to do was sing,
So the moon can hear the pretty ring.
The Beast made one last low call,
As the devil began his grueling drawl.
Sharp tongue against sharp claw;
The Beast's fear began to gnaw.
Temptation is the worst demise,
Desperation is the best prize.
For now The Beast's soul dances.
With any of its many chances.
Under the blood moon,
Death came very soon.
For The Beast is now dead,
His chaos has been bled.
Under the blood moon,
Silhouettes dance to a silent tune.
For now The Dead Beast's Call,
T'was the loudest of them all.
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Whispers in The Dark...
HorrorCollection of dark poetry written by me. Categories are; Dark Scare Humor Dark humor Evil Demonic Read in the dark I may need help. Etc. Etc. When you want to read stories in the dark, try horror poetry. It's much more fun when you see your liste...
