He jumped, he tripped, he fell, he caught a whiff.
He crawled, the crack so small, in caves of night.
The shadows move, a chill, he’s frightened stiff,
A witch lept out at him, he fell in plight.
The creatures quiver in the night of death,
He hears them crying out, He slithers through.
His eyes, they hypnotize, His quiet breath.
His reach, it finds a home in where he flew.
When creeps all roam in fear, the others laugh.
The living dead, they’ve tried to die, but when
They try they leave their homes without a path,.
Their masters roaming free of fear again.
The creatures kill and burn, they silence all.
The creeps that live and live, all bleed and fall.