He gazes at the graveyard, so dark and so dreary.
Until his imagination kicks in, when he is so tired and so weary. The air grows thin and the darkness grows thinner As the red aura starts to glow, and the lights start to flicker Then ghosts and demons alike rise from the ground And dance till dawn even though there's no sound He peeks through the window, observing the odd scene Read more of Where the Demons Dance here.
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