Suma, Sorrah, Anahla, Trach
All who do believe they need
to save a good mans soul
Who place their faith in written words
No prayer can help you now
For since you’ve read
these ancient words
You’ll bear a mark upon your heads
For you there’ll be no judgement day
Forever you’ll be dead
Suma, Sorrah, Anahla, Trach
The demons of Gamash
will feed your soul to dogs of war
on the black-sand isthmus
along the darkened shore
To those released
from dogma
You may go and live your lives
Without a mark to brand you
For this is not your fight
Happy Pre-Halloween :)
Copyright ©2004 Edwin Dante Larson
Very festive picture and eerie write. I always loved the creature.
Art is great addition! Thanks for sharing Ed!
I think there was a price on their heads once or twice. Muuwhoohahahahaahha!
Kewl poem.
Visit the real spookies at my place.
"Gold Digger Halloween" *smooches*