The Creatures of the Moon

 The creatures of the moon are gathering

 Their diseases are slathering

 Infecting the masses

 Drinking blood like molasses

 

 Their fangs hang out of their lips

 Sucking blood from necks like thrips

 Their skin is snow white

 Because they never see day light

 

 The creatures of the moon are gathering

 Their deseases are slathering

 Infecting the masses

 Drinking blood like molasses

 

 Their hair covers their body like fur

 In the dark during the full moon

 You can hear their fierce howling

 As they run to claim the masses

 

 The creautures of the moon are here

 Bats from the shadows, and wolves from the woods

 To strike you with fear

 As gangs united as hoods

 

 

 

Reviews

[Relic]

lots of scary horror in this one. "Infecting the masses," reminds me of war of the worlds. Good poem Dracool.

[David the writer]

Thanks Relic, tis a true compliment being compared to War of the Worlds.

[Relic]

You're welcome.

[sirenribbon@thehptshirt..]

"Claim those masses" I like this its very targeted. Its polarizing in a good way:))

[David the writer]

Thanks :)