The date that's not a date Through the underbrush ran a disheveled human girl, she was quiet on her feet careful to take pauses in her advance to check her surroundings. As she neared her destination and desired prey her heartbeat quickened, she took in the smells of damp earth, death and decay the smells she so loved. This forest was by far her favorite place she liked it more than even her own home . But she loved more than anything the demon who called this beautiful, horrid place home. The king of decay Psyanyde Daath Nachtmare, just thinking about him made her feel odd a feeling she had come to discover soon after meeting him was affection.
She dove into a bush peering out into the familiar clearing a large tree stood to the right making all the others look small and insignificant. It's branches were bone white and tied to it's limbs in various places were wooden plaques written on them were words of fair well ink smeared from the months exposed to the harsh elements. As she stared her dilated blue ey
Dance of death Let's skip the small talk shall we ?
the night is fading fast and I've got mouths to feed.
"I can't believe my eyes" "I'm terrified ! "
your cries will remain unheard as my ghouls open wide !
I love the way you humans bleed,
you fill me with sadistic ecstasy !
I can only laugh as you meet your end,
by the hungry jaws of an old friend.
You've got me on pins and needles, this feeling nothing can compare,
once the moon is high we begin our dark affair.
I'll have you in a hypnotic trance,
as you join my ghoulish dance.
You'll realize it's far too late,
and have to accept your cruel fate !
You won't be safe not even if you hide,
we're everywhere the monsters under your bed !
Come now my patience is wearing thin,
time will tick by and your loved ones will wonder where you have been.
Nothing can stop us until we have fed,
for no bullet or poison can harm those already dead!
Every time I