Avenging Angel

            And so the witch woke,
      Another year passed;
Night's shadows in smoke,
      Legions rising fast.

A Vampire, a ghoul,
      Lycanthropic moon;
Necks slobbered with drool
      Howls have started soon!

Cauldrons a-bubble,
      A hex on the cursed;
Imps numbers double,
      Lust brings out their worst;
Ending in trouble,
      Lest they slake their thirst.

Now they assemble,
      Our coven, undead;
Townsfolk all tremble:
      Where could they have fled?

Devil leaves his lair,
      Sanctioning slaughter;
All first-born despair:
      Ev'ryone's daughter.

Too late, trick or treat:
      Vanquished humans die;
Eve's sin too complete;
      End of Days is nigh!

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A Tarcip - twin-acrostic rhyming couplet iambic pentameter