Beasts of Lore

Soft whispers, soft touches,

Dense shadows, evil clutches

Full moon risen, misted night

Bar your door, curl in fright

Hear them howl as they roam

Satan’s wolves come to your home

Bolt the door, lock it tight

Heed the open window’s light

Far too late, the beasts of lore

Will drag you o’er forgotten moor

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