The Monsters Poem by Paige Welch

From whence they came upon a night, A wretch, a wreck, an awful sight, How horrid they look, they soon shall come. The monsters, what horrors they bestowed upon some, How horrid they look, they come upon us. Be wary, my friends; be wary, They attack, murder have they wrought on people of yore.

They come upon the village of Earth, Attack, destroy, burn the land. “Rid of them all! Rid of them all! ” The leader of these wretches shouts forever more. For from within these wasted lands of Nevermore, Men, women, and children shall cry.
Forever in the world these beasts shall murder the innocent, Children of the Devil and Lilith, Shall wreak havoc upon us till the Final Judgment. Death be gone, death be gone, Never shall there be rest on us done. Downfall of man, hath we all perished, But what, we shall rise again, Wreck the evils of Heaven, Hell, and Earth.

Sin shall be punished, Virtue shall thrive.
Slash through and through, the sword slices through them all, Leave hence thou evil brutes! For thou shall be in Nevermore! They all come, they all came, Lovers, children, elders, mothers came back unto them. Not ghost, not undead, but alive, Back from whence the Mother had taken them. Happiness, dancing, love float throughout the air, Forever and ever this shall endeavor, Never shall evil haunt us again, From whence it came upon a night.