A/N: I was going to publish this one on Halloween, but hey, why wait?
The Creature of the Scarlet Mist
Come down to the scarlet misted swamp
There's a demon lurking there
And when it's on a wild romp
Let's just say it's really rare
For there to be no people dead
Didn't you wonder why the mist is red?
It has fangs dripping and gleaming
That it thrusts into human throats
And then blood goes gushing and streaming
Then back to the swamp it floats
But very soon it will return
To attack and feast on blood again
And things that'll make your stomach churn
Good luck, women, children, and men!
Because soon you'll all be deceased
And how often does it feast?
More and more often these days
It leaves its crimson soaked lair
To rampage in a blood induced craze
Then organs will spill and skin will tear
But it leaves no bodies and gore
Because through the night hours
That's all the demon devours
It has killed more than any war
If you see it, you could run
But your life's by then done