Crimson curtains drip with blood,
Wretched creatures rise from mud,
Bony fingers stem the flood.

Slimy slithers slip and slide,
Joining others who have died,
Decompose and form a tide.

Brutal beasts around you teem,
Yellow fangs in moonlight gleam,
Walk on water thick and green.

Livid corpses rise and speak,
Wormwood coffins groan and creak,
Vilest odors from them reek.

Hairy figures lurk and loom,
Lunatics shriek at the moon,
Dancing spiders fill the room.

Purple shadows on the wall
Ripple, then begin to crawl,
Horror, horror can enthrall.

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