Creatures

dead to dead

body to body

lined up straight 

in a row

pale eyes staring ahead

lifeless hands grabbing warm flesh

the dead to rise

the living to fall

the world has turned 

to Chaos the reign has begun

the smell of rotting flesh

surrounds the survivors

night comes to play

with monsters that wish to devour

screams from small voices

are torn from tiny children

our hearts full of fear

we must hold close everything dear

cackles and chants

o'er a cauldron brew

howls and racing paws

o'er ground to the moon the wolves call

as blood drips from their necks 

a bite in the middle of night appears

wings glittering brightly

as they fly past with sparkling sounds

magic in a spiral horn

only maidens pure see their forms

red eyes glaring through you soul

their domain is hell where tortures thrive

and with his scythe the Reaper

steals your souls for his own.