Children of the Hellmouth
Waking in darkness
no space, walls closing in
feeling, hearing, wanting life
Clawing to the surface
bursting through moist soil
drawing unneeded breath
Greeted by the dark night
shaking with hunger
First sight: bubbly blonde
last feeling: piercing agony
Turning to dust
life is no more
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Patrolling the darkness
checking each new grave
hearing, sensing un-dead life
Seeing hands free themselves
clawing their way out
Waiting with the stake raised
waiting to plunge it down
Watching a newly-risen
turn to dust
Twirls deadly stake
continues to patrol