The Horla
The Horla spread chaos
Wickedness, destruction
Drive their hosts to it
And then moving on
These unspeakable things
Take possession of their host
Turning even the best of men
Into instruments of evil
The kindest, most loving soul
Can fall victim to the Horla
Suddenly turning to hatred
Or even murderous deeds
Perhaps forgotten memories
Become suddenly unlocked
Deep within the man’s mind
Coming forth to haunt him
The Horla trick the man
Make him blame himself
Give rise to hidden doubts
Encourage uncertainty
The terror overcomes him
Fear of approaching madness
Shakes him to his very core
Where he knows not himself
Their crimes committed,
The Horla take their leave
And leave the man behind
To face the consequences
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