Thunder rolled in the heavens
As the shock hit the ground
The graves they dig glow
With an unholy white light.
Hands rose from the earth
Now Ben felt some fright
The damned crawled out
From their eternal slumbers
So many rose up
They were thousands in numbers
Screams of pain and suffering
Filled the stormy night air
All Franklin could do
Was observe and stare
The corpse found his loved one
Her eyes filled with love
Yet she still wondered
Why she was pulled from above.
Franklin confessed to his crime
Of the study of humanity
The corpse and his bride
Accused him of insanity
As they walked to the morning
The clouds finally gone
The rest of the undead
Followed along
Franklin still studied
Yet he never forgot
That raising the dead
Comes but to naught
Children, learn science
But don’t raise the dead
They might be the eyes
You see under your bed.
The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere
Listen my children
And you shall hear
Of the midnight ride
Of the great Paul Revere
At war with the British
Was our young land
It was decided by most
We should take a stand
To raise the alarm
Was Paul Revere’s assignment
To warn of Redcoat arrival
And stop rebels’ confinement
A plan was devised
To keep Hancock from jail
John Adams, as well
This plot must not fail
From the North Church in Boston
At the top of the steeple
Lamps would be lit
Revere would warn the people
One lantern by land
Two if they came by the sea
Revere waited at night
Nervous was he
The signal was given
The lanterns were two
He took off with the warning
Like the wind his horse flew
He knocked on each door
Of each house in each village
“The British are coming
To arrest and to pillage.”
Towns both small and large
Took heed of his warning
He was determined to ride
Long into the morning
He rode and he shouted
On and on through the night
Until he came to a village
And a terrible sight
The townspeople lay
In the center town square
Their throats were ripped open
Paul could do nothing but stare
The British had come
And slaughtered the lot
It was all he could think of
Hell hath they wrought
He rode on with anger
And fear filled his heart
The British were ruthless
This news he should impart
In the next village he found
The same vile thing
What evil dark soldiers
Were sent by the king?
He said a small prayer
To bring their souls some soft peace
Then a hand grasped his leg
It would not release
“Help us,” said one
She was nearly dead
“Who did this?” asked Paul
He saw her eyes full of dread
“They came from the skies
To devour our blood.”
She gasped her last breath
And died in the mud
Revere filled with terror
As he rode through the night
He must warn the others
Of this terrible plight
He came to a village
The citizens alive
He called in the streets
“Hide yourselves! Survive!”
People sprang from their homes
“What should we fear?”
“Go back inside,”
Yelled Paul Revere
The sky filled with shrieking
The flapping of wings
Swooped into the village
Evil dark things
The things turned to flesh
They were human in shape
British soldiers they were
And they each wore a cape
Revere was aghast
As they drank their fill
Blood spilled on the ground
They dined on fresh kill
A colonel approached Paul
“Yes, we’re the undead.
You’ve nothing to fear now.
My soldiers have fed.”
“What are you creatures?
From Hell do you hail?”
“We’re from England, good sir
That’s why we’re so pale.”
Revere staggered back
Afraid of this thing
“My fine young patriot,
We’ve been sent by the king.
“To end your uprising
We were sent to your shores.
You people should worry
We have come in scores.”
As Revere ran to his mount
He heard the bloodsucker yell
“Let all of them know
We’ve unleashed all of Hell.”
The flutter of leather
The sound made him sick
He continued his journey
And he finished it quick
The sun finally rose
Easing Paul’s mind
He rode back to Boston
Leaving the gore behind
Just remember this
No matter whatever transpires
If you yell in the hallways
You will be killed by vampires
The Death of Abrahindam Lincoln
The fierce war was over
That split a great nation
North versus South
Caused much consternation
For Lincoln was haggard
The loss of many good men
Filled him with sorrow
They would not live again
Another loss of a loved one
Plagued wife Mary Todd
The death of her sweet son
Made her do things quite odd
She called forth occultists
Those who speak with the dead
Mary Todd Lincoln
Would do what they said
They told her of spirits
Who died in the war
Doing things in cruel battle
Acts they did abhor
Mary Todd cried
“Let me speak to my son!”
But one medium told her
“First, there is much to be done.”
“The spirits want vengeance
Then your son will you see.”
She pondered this over
And cried out a plea
“I will do what they want.
I do not care how.
They must send my son
I must have him now!”
The medium listened
As the spirits did cry
A dark voice from the darkness
“Abe Lincoln must DIE!”
Mary Todd gasped
She could cause him no harm
Then she felt a great tearing
Deep nails scratched her arm
She cried out in pain
Blood seeped through her sleeve
She tried to escape
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“You’ve called forth the souls
That dwell deep in Hell.
You shall destroy the man Lincoln
And no one shall you tell.”
The medium shuddered
As the souls left the room
Mary Todd now accepted
Abe should meet his doom
“A spirit will come
I speak but the truth
He will take over a body
The actor John Wilkes Booth.”
The medium told
Of the spirits’ dark plan
To obtain evil vengeance
On the responsible man
“Go to Ford’s Theater
Do not be late
On the fourteenth of April
He will meet his poor fate”
Mary Todd Lincoln
Wept for a time
And agreed to the deed
A horrible crime
The medium left
The First Lady alone
Disturbed by the deeds
That the spirits had shown
The fourteenth of April
Came very quickly
She needed his death
Still she felt sickly
She hid her pale face
From the nearly deceased
“We must not be late.”
Her heartbeat increased
They arrived at the theater
With moments to spare
Abe was led to his seat
And sat down in his chair
Mary Todd Lincoln
Looked around to see when
She would no longer have
Her husband again
The curtain slid open
She saw a gun
A shot ran through the air
The actor started to run
Brains stained her dress
She was covered in gore
A fair trade for her son
She’d see him once more
Weeks and months passed
Yet no sign of her child
She paced and she worried
Yet, her demeanor was mild
“He will come soon
As the spirits foretold.”
Then the room became black
And the room became cold
“My darling?” she called
In the darkness was laughter
“Did you really think
He’d come from the hereafter.”
“We’ve swallowed his soul
Old Abraham Lincoln
Do not trust the dead
You should have been thinkin’!”
Mary Todd Lincoln
Never felt such sweet sadness
The darkness fled the room
Plunging her into madness
So, think on this tale
Learn what I’ve said
If you trust any loved one
You will be shot in the head.
The End
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Table of Contents
Plymouth Rock 7
Benjamin Franklin Discovers Electricity 16
The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere 24
The Death of Abraham Lincoln 31
The 031End 39
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