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In the dark and eerie night,
When the moon casts a ghastly light,
Beware the haunting presence near,
The one that fills your heart with fear.
The Haunter lurks in shadows deep,
With eyes that gleam, and fangs that creep,
It whispers secrets in your ear,
And fills your mind with dreadful fear.
Its touch is cold as winter’s breath,
Its voice a haunting melody of death,
It creeps and crawls, its claws at bay,
And in your soul, it wants to stay.
The Haunter feeds on dark desires,
And burns with an unquenchable fire,
It preys on those who dare to roam,
And make their every fear its home.
So if you find yourself alone,
In the woods or on your own,
Beware the Haunter’s ghostly moan,
And pray to God you’re not it’s own.