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Poem the Ghost
As I fell from valley of waters to a world unknown to me, as an angel will land upon a heavy dark mountain.
Whose roughness were as sharp as the devil’s knife, hug around the mystery of life.
I stood in the northern edge of it, above tall shadows, before the moon turned black, to witness the screaming rivals.
A great challenge of fight from no where was posed before me, by rising deads of hell who were punching out of their graves with rusted steel blades.
Before I found myself blinking one of my eyes, a beaming sword was set before me, to peel through standing skeletons of men and demons.
As I extended to the east, in an attempt to escape from a mighty axe of Lucifer, unwanted hellacious screams and shouts followed me from the back of the matching deads, yet I never stopped fighting, through the tightly horrific wind.
Dark bloods continued to spill upon my face and arm, as angered demons continue to fall to my sword.
Yet many were falling and rising upon thier feets, with no fear in their heads.
I stood my ground to fight no more but to just cut their ugly skulls and run.
When I tried to stare at their eyes, I was stopped by trillion hovering ghost of gigantic horns, before I realize, what next was happening, I founded myself awake panting heavily.
“It was just a dream” I faintly said, after remembering a similar horror movie, I’d watched before going to bed last night.
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