Horror Poem
The Chainsaw’s Lullaby
A Tale of Eerie Moonlight, Timbered Doom, and the Ghostly Harvest of Nightmares
A chainsaw resting on its jaws serves as a blade in the place where whispers blossom in the dark woods and moonlight falls like eerie snow.
experiencing scary dreams involving fangs and teeth.
rust and iron, ancient dread,
Words that once were said, its silent melody of timbered doom, hums a dirge in the midnight darkness.
It awakens from the restless night as a trembling hand extends its might to grasp it.
Anger rises, silence snapped, like dark-formed iron teeth.
Shadows are creeping across the forest as the chainsaw wakes the trees from their sleep.
A lengthy, deep snarl that never stops, accompanied by a dance of death and a melody of gore.
Trees shake as it wears down.
A ghostly harvest, spirit, and wood.
The sap and blood glitter in the moonlight. A dream comes true while awake.
There’s a melancholy singing in the forest as branches break off like broken bones.
With every tree that falls, the chainsaw becomes thirstier.
In the middle of the night, it roars and raves like a beast liberated from horrible doors.
Additionally, it rests until new shadows develop as daylight begins to fade.
In that woods, where whispers are common and moonlight falls like ghostly snow
The chainsaw is waiting patiently, dreaming of fangs and claws.
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