hauntingly familiar...

Phosphorescent eyes,

knowing too much....

Hunger on their lips,

snarling, yet amused...

They seek out the souls,

of the tortured...

They crave the blood,

of the innocent...

We see them only,

in our darkest dreams...

They never reveal themselves,

in their entirety...

Who are they, what are they?

those that come from below...

There is nothing more to tell you,

......for this is all I know.

-Margi C.

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