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The CRYPT Mag

The Demons

The wind blows cold upon a barren land,
And nothing stirs, but for a thin and bony hand,
That gains the freedom of the midnight air,
From within the grave, it has used as it's lair.

The hand moves onward, up toward the moon,
And what it is attached to will come soon,
Slowly emerges a dark and menacing thing,
Emerging from the Crypt, it spreads a wing.

A figure stands staring out into night,
A lone dark shape, with eyes of pure red light,
The night gets darker, thick cloud hides the moon,
The Demon will release his havoc soon.

The night is cursed, all creatures stay at bay,
Cowering until this apparition goes away,
The echo of an evil laugh arises,
But wait a moment, there are more surprises!

At the Demon's feet the barren earth gives way,
As another Demon finds the soulless day,
Two of these creatures stand and mock the world,
A dawn of total evil is unfurled.

To heed the call of He that calls them forth,
A voice that beckoned ceaseless from the North,
To join those of The Crypt, and bring to man,
The ultimate goal of Ferret's final plan!

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