The Creatures of The Abyss

A dark group stands there On a platform at the end of the chamber Blood dripping from their chins And flesh clinging to there teeth Their dark robes shuddering in the breeze And there hoods shadowing their faces Slowly they start towards you Silently, there feet make no sound You stand there, paralyzed with fear Not able to take your eyes off these foul creatures Suddenly you start to run Away, anywhere where these creatures are not But it seems at every turn they are there, waiting Longing to sink there long fangs into your warm flesh But you wont let them Relentlessly you run away Never stopping, never looking back And finally, it seems they have given up, Gone to search for another victim You sit down and rest Contemplating what you have seen Then suddenly, to your horror You feel an icy grip on your neck and know that its all over