Deceased

A relic from the sands of time an old and worn antique,
This ugly doll has come to her it holds a great mystique,
Around its neck a guarding chain is said to stop its life,
So with a smile and a laugh she sets the doll aside,
The sun arrives she makes her day and looks up for the doll,
It strikes her odd to find its chain has broke, the creature's gone,
The waiting ghoul lunges out and looks into her eyes,
The ancient spell has come for her and now she's going to die,
Striking, fighting this vicious monster,
Poisoned fumes within her blood its soul as dark as coal,
As evil lurks within the veins of the horrid awful doll,
It lives for death and brutal war to all that find its world,
Attack and kill to the death is all it's ever known,
Striking, fighting this vicious monster,
The spirit of the Zuni tribe lives on in battle lust,
It's here and there and everywhere and all so hideous,
It craves to feed and in frenzied greed a predator of hell,
For instinct tells it kill all man consume the human soul,
The human soul, soul!
She's looking for answers in this world of fright,