NIGHT TERROR 4
I blow my bugle,An erie call.
To rise the dead,
One and all.
Come plainsmen,
Come soldiers.
One and all answer to,
My deadly call.
Come crawling from,
Your shallow grave.
As I beckoned all,
To become my willing slave.
Come with rotting flesh and all,
Answer to this deadly call.
Bring specters witch's and wraths,
To drive our invaders far away.
Come feed as never before,
On this strange Insidious race.
To send our alien invaders,
Back to the coldness of space.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-06-23 at 00:33
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