Horror is the spreading stain
Progressing on the winds of pain
Horror the shadow, always in us
Horror shall constantly remain
As long as we are in the world of the sane
Horror is always waxing, and shall never wane
Horror stares at us down a grim, darkened lane
Full of cruel, lordly disdain
Horror is always watching us, hidden in the rain
Horror is life’s dark bane, held at bay on an iron chain
Horror is the day-old corpse, hidden among the cane
Horror is within us, for evil, or for gain
Horror is the master, the ace of all
The lace of darkness, the mace in the darkened hall
Horror is always near
So embrace it
Ace it
Face it in the light
Stab dark shadowy blades for victor of night
Horror is here
So do not fear
The sheer fact that death is near
The end is here.
-AK
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