The Hand of Fate
Itcuintlipotzoli (El Chupacabra)
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Soothing darkness that brings no sleep,
Nightmare forms from ruins creep.
Deathless creatures of fearsome might,
Seeking to spread their evil blight.
Eyes that flicker with hellish fire,
Lust for blood and vengeance dire.
Monstrous their thirst, cunning their wiles;
Fangs glisten wetly through inhuman smiles.
Corpse cold flesh that knows no decay,
Forever banned from the light of day.
No sun to brighten their endless gloom;
No hope of escaping their ghastly doom.
Tormented souls denied their rest,
Death no solace, merely a jest.
No use pleading with heedless fate;
Frustration crystallizes into hate.
Feared by all, despised by some,
They long for release that cannot come.
No sweet oblivion to ease their pain;
No glorious paradise to gain.
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