Through the mourning dreary haze,
The ghoulish eyes of night's eve await.
Her catlike stare is a nightmarish creation,
And her grin is cold as bloodied steel.
What brings this maiden out from yonder?
What despairing souls beckon her name?
The lost and the empty, bereft of feeling,
Looking for a way around life’s bane.
Following her like ignorant fools,
Beckoning to her every whim.
Their lives are those of freaks of nature,
Without any thought to loss or gain.
The future weeps for you, my pet,
As any one with Sight can see.
You lost yourself without a thought,
Now you’ll pay the price. And merrily.
erm...please comment?
The Evil Fuzzly Bunnies Guild
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