Demons Of The Night
Red drips the blood after the battle,
The river runs red, and bones rattle.
The blood on their hands, their souls will see,
For all of eternity.
Until one vengeful night,
When their souls will take flight.
They will escape from the pits of hell,
When the hidden tower rings its bell.
Revenge will be soo sweet,
As they feast on human meat.
Bones will snap and crack,
As people are killed on the rack.
Arteries will burst,
But this is just the start of the curse.
Heads cut off so clean,
By the monstrous guillotine.
Until the sun sets in,
Their souls shall live from within.
Then to the pits of hell they will go,
To stay, we'll never know.
Published by the International Library of Poetry 1999 (I dont know why...lol)