Mystical wonders
Mysterious thoughts
Wolves howling
Silver shots
Days are dark
Night is black
Bloodsuckers prowl
Upon the shack
Children whimper
Winds scream
All wishing
It was a dream
Darkness closes
The end drawn near
Upon this house
Angels appear
Then showed up
Were the mystical creatures
Making up for in horror
What they lacked with no features
Men made of clay
In a hollow shell
Sit upon the great
Black Forest bell
Trees shake
Glass shatters
Staying alive
Is all that matters
Day does break
Upon those thoughts
Arrive the newcomers
With poison shots
The mysterious wonders
All they do fall
The wonderful angels
That saved us all.
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Mystical wonders
PoetryA quick poem looking into the darker aspects of the mystical creatures.
