
The darkness waits beyond the door,
With slasher's blade and werewolf's claw,
With vampire's fang and ancient curse,
Two dozen horrors trapped in verse,
In sonnets, terzanelle, a blitz,
An Irish form that shreds one's wits,
And new inventions, wrought to thrill,
So step inside, there's blood to spill!
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