Winds of chill, icy cool;
The full moon blackens,
Hides its face.
A crow flies above, eyes gleaming,
It lands upon, silently.
I arise, slowly from where I lay,
Devil's night, once again.
My soul racked, life robbed,
I wander the land, a walking undead.
I thirst to right the wrong done to me,
Beware, Devil's night is upon.
Revenge churns my being within,
Fuelling undead, reaching free.
All forces summoned, I am to reckon,
Life blown, dark my soul,
I am to walk and seek those souls.
Devil's night, the devil not I.
(inspired from a movie..)
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