Ok this is a poem is basely about Las Noches and the Hollows, I was just thinking one day and this popped in my head, so here you go. Please go easy on m. No Flames.

Hollows

A cursed place where no human will survive

A sandy dry desert full of monsters in disguise

With a bone mask and hollow roar their unending pain they can't destroy

They prey upon human souls

Trying to full their aching heart,

Long forgotten in the dark

They lay in the shadows with sharp claws and teeth

Their, the Hell you don't want to meet.