THE UNDERTAKER
The dark man comes when no one calls
he paces up and down the halls
he is not forgiving
and is not living
but should he be?
up from the middle of the earth he rose
why he is here no one knows
he dances with darkness
he plays with fire
with the evil creatures of the nite he conspires
if you cross his path you can count yourself dead
yet again it might all be in your head
his face is hollow
long and lean
the fires of hell is all he's seen
his scent lingers wherever he goes
and will return quite heavily whenever the wind blows
only the blind can see him
and the deaf can hear him
those close to death are with him
his presence is alarming
his voice quite charming
it will put u in a trance
and u will get out of it only by chance
rare is it that anyone escapes the dark man
his grasp holds tight
it's useless to fight
for he has won already
resistance is impossible
the dark man is and will always be
THE UNDERTAKER.
THE UNDERTAKER PROFILE & CO BOARD
The Priestess of the Urn, Present the Undertaker & URN gallery
The Warrior of the Urn, Present's the Undertaker Gallery
THE UNDERTAKER DARK POETRY
THE UNDERTAKER MESSAGE BOARD
THE UNDERTAKER CHAT ROOM
