Lightning bolts reflect in the eyes
That hold a blank stare.
Out side the village of evil
Possesed children gather there.
A storm is coming
You can smell the rain.
A teenager sits
Ringing her hands in vain.
She has a feeling
That something will happen tonight.
Hearing the growl of the thunder
Her heart flutters with fright.
So many rumors of this village
The Village of the Damned.
People with dark magic live here
Whom come from many lands.
The girl hears a knock on the door
Turns the knob with hands that are tattered.
She looks out at the many children
On her doorstep they have gathered.
She looks into a small girl's eyes
And sees a mist that swirls.
The mist seeps out of her eyes
And makes her skirt twirl.
The teenager should have jumped back
Should have slammed the door.
But the mist hypmotises her
Soon she shall be no more.
The children pull back their lips
Reveiling jagged, sharp teeth.
Teeth covered in blood and pus
Left over from last night's feast.
One lunges at the neck
Another at her feet.
They rip into her stomach
And pull out an intestinal treat.
When they are done with the deed
And have fought over the scraps,
They take the skull back to their master
Who rewards them for killing tramps.
