Blood Splattered walls, Poem By Christopher M. Long

C. 2020 P 2020

Blood Splattered walls Written and copyrighted By Christopher M Long

Published by Christopehr M. Long and SHP Magazine

The moon is blacked out by the dark stormy clouds. Lighting strikes, thunder roars, as the rain falls fast and hard to the ground. An eerie mist glides through the nearby hills. This is the place that an unlucky soul will be killed. In a darkened mansion nearby, you can hear the tortured souls cry, the demons scream, they know the time is nigh. In the halls, candles flicker, they shine on dark demonic shadowy figures. In one of the dilapidated room's, lays a pregnant woman tied up prepared to die. The door creeps open, her eyes widen as she tries to cry. A cackling laughter echoes as she starts to get ripped through, only the body is getting torn from the inside out. Blood splatters everywhere, red mist glides throughout the cold air. Blood splatters every wall, Demon's choir-cackled laughter ignites throughout the halls. The devil's son is finally born, to bring upon horror, torture and scorn.