Eerie Vibes
He dressed in black, he pondered every night on how to attack. He Glanced upon me, mustering a wicked smile, he lurked the halls. He cursed them all, conjuring a plan to rid them. He whisked up and over, friendships in a sorrow. He mumbled and groaned wishing they'd all go home. His presence is dangerous, and he singles out the famous. His dark cloak a worldly find he wreaks of horror as he follows behind. Wicked Stares in the air, he abruptly stirs the crowd, wishing them gone a thought said out loud. Folks cleared the Castle with not much of a hassle. Diabolical laugh, as he slams doors, his eerie vibes lingered and follows them all. A spell to expel, he chants a chant to send them all to hell.
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