Don't expect any masterpieces.

Thirteen skulls in the cold, dead ground

A hundred years, they made no sound.

The first was fixed by an iron pike.

The second brained with a miner's spike.

And three, and four were marked alike.

The fifth one lay with it's crown in gore,

where the digger's knife had left it's score.

And the sixth was stabbed, four times more.

The rest of them, too, lay stiff and stark.

Seven dead more in the cold and the dark.

And each one, too, bore the murder mark.

T'was pick axe blow, or an ounce of lead,

left yarn whole in a battered head,

til the ground below ran mud blood red.

They wrapped them each in canvas tight,

with spade and hoe and auger's bite.

They lowered them down and out of sight.

With an "Yo heave Ho" and a "fair ye well".

Thirteen graves reeked a fresh mud smell.

One fathom below, the spot they fell.

Thirteen skulls in the cold, dead ground.

A hundred years, they made no sound.

Where bone becomes iron, where flesh turns to stone.

Where the trees known as "Gore Wood" are said to have grown.

Of this place we sing, but no more is known.

Of this place we sing, but no more is known.

(A poem from Halloween Horror Nights 15: Tales of Terror)

If your world has crashed around you,

and your hopes and dreams are gone.

If you wish your life was over,

but it drags you on and on.

Then lock up your heart forever

with all your ruined goals.

throw away the key,

come along with me

to the Carnival of Souls.

It's an easy thing to cash in

all your chips and buy a ride,

and the kind of life that you lead

doesn't leave that much behind.

When your flame grows dim

with darkness, and, at last,

a lone bell tolls.

Listen well to me... that bell tolls

for thee from the Carnival of Souls.

But think twice before you enter,

once you're there you can't return

to the world as you know it,

and the hardest thing to learn

is... the heartache and the sorrow

will stay warm like glowing coals.

Yes, it's sad, but true,

they're a part of you

in the Carnival of Souls.

(A vocal version of a classic song by Verne Langdon. The harpsichord and the calliope/organ versions are creepier.)

Beast Wars: Mobius

A crossover between Transformers: Beast Wars/Machines and Sonic Archie/SAT:AM. Read it here. ht t p:/ / rootofalllight. dev iantart.c om/