Screeching and crying
Gilding, hair flying
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She's screaming and weeping
Her dress swaying and sweeping
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A gatherer of souls
A tempter of olds
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Run, hide, shiver in fright
Or else she'll enjoy you in a sick delight
(Stanza break)
But not you I suppose,
For you're a facer of foes
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A brave soul, fated to hell,
The Ghost of Sparta, does that ring a bell?
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Nightmares echo, lightning cracks,
Monsters lurk, grouped in packs.
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Mindless they are, fearless they are not
Undead they'll die, for they are sought
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The Ghost of Sparta is you,
Whom all fear the wrath you rue.
God of War.
Hey there, Rae here. I was writing this for my dad's birthday and figured I might as well put it on here... Thanks for reading, please review.