Tyler R. Martin
Grim and grizzly, in the graveyard,
Clawed through a coffin, crawled through dirt.
A horror from a hallowed hole,
Vile image, no more inert.
Salivating, craving sinew.
Cadaver creeping, candid glee,
Murderous beast, moaning madly,
Ferocious fiend, the frightened flee....
The snarling specter saunters
Towards trembling, timid townsfolk.
Eyes absent of animation,
Intense fear will fiercely invoke.
The gaggle gather doning guns.
Decomposing, nearing, depraved.
Rusting rifles aimed and ready;
Another abnormal allayed...to its grave.
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