Laid To Rest

Brought down to a whisper

Further dimming the lights,

The terror is retreating,

Back into the night.

Enveloped by exhaustion,

It returns, to it's resting place,

From hallowed ground,

It's steps are retraced.

Once thirsting, for human flesh,

Now cuddled in your nest,

Three to five million souls were wasted, before you were laid rest.

Once a skin seeking destroyer,

Giving it your best,

Three to five million souls were wasted, before you were laid rest.

Presence quickly fading,

Gently lulled to sleep,

It's vicious vivacity,

It could not long keep

A creature of man's undoing,

Escapes from our world,

Soon to return,

When the curtains are again unfurled

From a height it's downward falling,

There's been a silence to it's calling.

Once thirsting, for human flesh,

Now cuddled in your nest,

Three to five million souls were wasted, before you were laid rest.

Once a skin seeking destroyer,

Giving it your best,

Three to five million souls were wasted, before you were laid rest.

Once thirsting, for human flesh,

Now cuddled in your nest,

Three to five million souls were wasted, before you were laid rest.

Once a skin seeking destroyer,

Giving it your best,

Three to five million souls were wasted, before you were laid rest.

You may not realize,

Whether in your conscious mind,

Or even in your own surroundings,

But just over an hour ago,

A creature, as ancient as time itself,

Had been woken up, from it's immortal slumber, and had run rampant, through our lives,

But now,

It has been Laid to Rest, for the time being,

But, just when you think you've seen the last of it,

It will be back again,

And its presence will continue to haunt you,

One Last Time.