In the fainting dead of night
There's a sound,
And it rises 'bove the calm
And pressing silence, crushed
By the shriek,
How diabolic,
As it flashes through the night.
Then a wailing, sharp, impailing
The very heart, as it listens,
Floats above the night,
Seems to float above the night.
Floating, gloating at the silence
Pushing ominously through the dark.
And a dankness,
And a rankness
Fills the air, air air!
Wafting swiftly through the air
From the ones who shriek and groan.
And they moan
In ever-present horror, terror, fear, and pain, and death.
Welcome, mortal, to my realm. I am Ashinya Bal'naar, Archdemoness. This land is full of the strange, the bizzare, and the out-right weird. It is a land of wonder and terror. Welcome to my home.
The above poem is an original work by Me! Don't claim it, or I will find you!
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