Pardon my tardiness! Please have some lemon tea, and read some bone chilling stories!
Winds blow from the mighty lake
The lake strikes a chill to our bone
Trees menace with lifeless branches
Leaves litter outside a hallow ground
So far, so near vaunted curvatures mimic numbers
A blackness eclipses over Ryan's shoulder
As the wind wail for help
Purple hearts trimmed in gold sit under tombstones
Specters roam defending
Ghouls await in a mass cheer
A fear of zero christen a worm like mind
Among the dirt rise a fierce snarl
Gothic horrors tremble a tenderness
Shake our wits to submit
Struggle through the bloodiness
Till the death, till our last breath, we will be victors