The frost hardens the ground
As a the thunderous roar of a thousand
damned souls flooding the field.
Each capturing the moons light in their eye
as drizzle fills their teeth.
Looking for another soul to steal
The stench of rotting earth
and clattering of chains.
These are the demons that night brings
Federico del Corazón
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