Eater of souls and blood and bones,
It stalks through the halls and looks for those
Who dare to walk the forsaken path
And reach King Vendrick's throne.
The Undead Crypt is where It sleeps
And where It chews on brains and eats
The rotted, undead flesh of Hollows,
Bone to bleached white bone.
Now, Orman and Petra were an unusual pair
Twins by birth with thick bronze hair
Blood red eyes, temperament, too
And a stare that truly vexed.
If they had run away from there
They would have saved that thick bronze hair
And everything below it, too
Avoiding crimson necks.
One should have said, "Let's just go back!
I'm just too scared! I'm a nervous wreck!"
But Orman and Petra said nothing, of course,
Harboring wills of steel.
It sensed them come, oh yes It did
It smelled their blood and guts and slid
Its evil form across the floor,
Hungry for its meal.
The way It kills is quite grotesque
It sticks its arms through its prey's chest
And rips apart (from the inside)
The lungs and beating heart.
It cuts a smile across the throat,
A smile shaped slice, there's just no hope
For them to escape, not now nor then.
Soon after, the feeding starts.
Orman stopped when he heard growls.
He halted his pace and turned around,
But nothing was there, nothing to see
And so, he sped his feet.
It was getting closer now,
Climbing the ceiling and looking down
With hungry eyes and stomach both
Ready to feast, to eat.
"Did you hear that, brother? There was a growl!"
Orman said, he was shaking now.
"Brother, shut up! We'll be fine,
No need to act so scared!"
It almost had the Undead, yes,
Its stomach lightly shaking the rest
Of its horrible body as blood oozed down,
Down into Petra's hair.
Petra stopped to rub his head,
His hand now covered in dark red
Thicker than his thick bronze hair
As he looked up, blocking fear.
His fate was sealed, no turning back
He roared with fright when It attacked
He drew his blade and tried to fight,
T'was useless; death was here.
Orman froze with fear and watched
As Petra was beaten and torn from crotch
To chest, he screamed so loud, then stopped
And his blood spilled all around.
Orman couldn't move, nor breath,
His body like a shell, a sheathe
Just like the one that held his sword
Just hanging, leatherbound.
It did not wait for him to act
It first dropped Petra, then attacked
Its razor sharp and bloody claws
And just as horrifying maw
Ripping Orman limb from limb
(It really was too bad for him)
His blood fell to the ground in thick
Syrupy blotches of red and sick.
Meat hit the floor, just drenched in spit
Orman was eaten whole by It.
Now you know.
Don't enter the Crypt
Or you'll be maimed and killed by It.
Killed by a monster, so deeply vile
known only as the Demon of Smiles.
A word of advice,
Sleep with eyes open wide,
'Else the hungry crypt keeper
Will eat your insides.
Happy Halloween.