The Banquet from The Crypt by Midnighty
The air inside the crypt was fusty and the darkness so dense, that he could almost touch it. As the shrouds were taken off, and undead pale faces emerged from them, yellow glooming eyes and sharp brilliant fangs enlightened the place enoughly for him to see those were the visitors from the night before. He fell asleep, or maybe just passed out in the presence of those beasts, just to be woken up in time for a banquet, in which he was not a guest, but indeed, the main dish…
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THE BANQUET
Mesmerized by the fusty air
Somnolent on a tombstone
"You will dream of your poor wife
Walking back the Heaven's road
For short as her life
Shall be your waiting
For her warm embrace
My friend"
What are they talking about
What kind of morbid joke did I fall in?
Somehow I slept and woke up
My hands were tied
My sweat was cold
Now here they come
Must be my end
"Dying is like to be born
Different by the receiver of pain
And now it's time for you
To cross this line"
Paralyzed by the deadly pain
Suffocating in my own blood
"Did you enjoy the banquet
Made specially for you?
Now you take our guest to rest
Besides our girl"
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Minstrels of darkness, propagandists of the most lucifuge tales. Vampires, witchers, werewolves... Call us what suites you the most (or what you find most offensive) and then, have a sit, kid... Let us tell you a story...