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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here in the brook a frightful sight I saw, A frightful sight for sure! Lo and behold! What an eerie beast of awe, And knew I then 'tis most obscure. How this tale would unfold I tell it true, Of villains, of echo's in the night! It is this and more, as distinct I'd most construe, Whereof vultures were quite forthright. And below, at my feet I saw terror, A crawling freak of nature was it. Yes, it is this and more, just no unjustly error, But some slime 'twas there I submit. O I couldn't ignore, I was extremely mad, Up my leg it went slowly that vile beast. 'Tis a creature unlike any I'd thought most bad, Likely I was dead, or plain dreaming at least. The merest, I was in pain, and in fear, Now upon my torso it creeped! Scream out I wanted to ever so clear, But there only despair had seeped. That and the blood of woe bled tragically, While once upon my chest it dug in. Tearing into my flesh it did quite drastically, Wherefore I felt my heart bleed within. The horror of the slime was a nightmare, Such creature above all I deplored. Clasped I its slimy matter, and I grasped it fair, For I'm old, yet the risk I most explored. I acceded I must engage this fright nigh, That others may rest in some peace. And I'll lift the grave weight to most decry, Hear me now, the slime I will release. The story so is told, as fated to weep, Of a creature bewailed and hated. It is this and more, as till it remains a horrid creep, In my hour of dire quiver, it was ne'er awaited. Whence they wrought much havoc upon me, Still this agrise I diced with fairly bent. And 'twas fraught there something to try flee, The villains within the slime were intent. They'd come a rapping at my torn heart, From within the slime they poured out. Rapping and muttering nonsense I could't impart, But it soon dawned on me beyond doubt. I was dead, that I surely was and nothing more, Tho' how, I knew not, yet 'tis quite true! All the echoes were of ghastly demons that tore, Bleeding merely a grim death to push thro'.
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