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In the shadows solid via a blood-pink moon,
Lies a tale of a day,
a most dreadful song.
Where darkness and terror,
like lovers, entwine,
And the arena is a canvas for deeds most malign.
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In this wretched place,
wherein malevolence thrives,
Innocence shudders as evil arrives.
A whispering wind,
a chilling lament,
Foretells of an afternoon that none will relent.
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The middle of the night hour, a harbinger of doom,
Unveils the horrors that lurk in the gloom.
A symphony of screams,
a macabre ballet,
In the theatre of nightmares, wherein souls decay.
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Innocence slain by a chilly-hearted hand,
A red river that stains the land.
The moon's ghastly grin,
like a specter it weeps,
For the horrors it witnesses at the same time as the sector sleeps.
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In the haunted woods, in which shadows converge,
Malevolent spirits,
their wickedness surge.
They dance inside the darkness,
with madness they play,
Crafting a tapestry of horrors at the moment.
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The cries of the misplaced,
the mournful bemoan,
Invisible terrors, the unknowns, the unknown.
With each footstep,
a shiver down the backbone,
As the echoes of evil in the hearts intertwine.
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Murderous whispers,
they echo via time,
Invisible hands devote unspeakable crime.
The heart of darkness, a pit black as coal,
Engulfs each hope,
devours every soul.
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A carnival of monsters, a carnival of dread,
Where the residing and lifeless are for ever and ever wed.
This day, so horrible,
without all grace,
Leaves a scar on the sector, an indelible trace.
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In the quit, as the moon slips away,
And the first light of dawn heralds the day,
Remember this darkness,
this terrifying show,
For it haunts our nightmares in each manner.
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A day so horrible, etched in depression,
A chilling reminder that evil is there.
In the depths of our souls,
it can lurk and stay,
Beware the horrors that include the day.
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