Surrounded by trees
In Dracula's cemetary
Hands of the deceased reach out
of the ground
Alert to perhaps sight and sound
And try to grab my feet
Large spiders spin their webs
As well as slither down their webs
And try to throw their offspring at me
Forest, grass, and leaf monsters stalk me
As well as dead gardeners
As I walk along and brave the dangers
through Dracula's cemetary
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