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DOOMED
When setting sun 'neath horizon slowly slips,
Spilling crimson light into shadowy crypts;
When darkness creeps near on tentacled limbs,
While night air breathes haunting dirge like hymns;
When lightning crackles and splits the sky,
And dread like a cloak encircles you nigh;
When ghostly vapors from unhallowed ground arise,
And you wonder what 'neath yon hillock lies;
When you feel a chill snake up your spine,
As circumstance and chance randomly align;
When you have to struggle for each labored breath,
And you sense the presence of imminent death;
When you hear the featherless beat of unseen wings,
And sense the presence of hovering...things.
When you gasp in alarm, and your cry is mute;
While in the distance is the skirling of demonic flute;
Then know your time remaining on earth is fleet,
As you hear the scraping of taloned feet.
Your doom is foretold, your demise assured;
No time for escape, or even final word.
Spilling crimson light into shadowy crypts;
When darkness creeps near on tentacled limbs,
While night air breathes haunting dirge like hymns;
When lightning crackles and splits the sky,
And dread like a cloak encircles you nigh;
When ghostly vapors from unhallowed ground arise,
And you wonder what 'neath yon hillock lies;
When you feel a chill snake up your spine,
As circumstance and chance randomly align;
When you have to struggle for each labored breath,
And you sense the presence of imminent death;
When you hear the featherless beat of unseen wings,
And sense the presence of hovering...things.
When you gasp in alarm, and your cry is mute;
While in the distance is the skirling of demonic flute;
Then know your time remaining on earth is fleet,
As you hear the scraping of taloned feet.
Your doom is foretold, your demise assured;
No time for escape, or even final word.
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