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What once was a peaceful delightful place 
Joyful and friendly creatures in God’s grace
A stunning morning a soulful sunrise
A village heaven has gifted a prize
The most grandiose of rainbow arches
The villagers spirited because March is
The time for pleasant picnics by the rill
Fishing for mackerel over the hill
But then suddenly much to their surprise
Something lurks beyond fearing their demise
Peering through branches of an apple tree
Hides a reptilian, set loose set free
The happy ones, stood only one feet tall 
Young and old, all for one and one for all
Rising, chanting and ready now to face
Whatever it is that threatens their place
Eyes wide, languid, bulging green with envy
It sickens her their gaiety, their bravery 
She wrenched herself free from one prickly elf 
Lurched up and away and said to herself
Pathetic ne’er do wells ha, I’ll show you!
As your queen, now forget all you once knew
As she smiled with demonic delight
Plucked an apple, with jaws wide took a bite 
Then with her fingers splayed out before her
Strokes the top of a cage strapped with leather    
Inside the cage a snake hissing, coiling
Petraiota she whispers toiling
Her rattler a pit viper diamondback
My sweet Petra I have your rabbit snack
They scurry off into eastern woodlands
Patiently await their leader's commands
The villigites camping out waiting near
No more fun…no more frivolity…hear! 
No more enlightenment hear me fools!
No individualism and no more schools!
Several days and nights, whining ensues
The voice echoed through walls over the land
A thunderous voice, went on and on, and
on, yapping out laws too bizarre for them
She condemns as she rages spewing phlegm 
Make an appearance!  Show yourself mammoth!
To display harm on this day of Sabbath
A villager yells come out!  I demand!
It gives him chills, the hair on his arm stand 
Next he espies a she-devil tree high
Frightened the villagers freeze, petrified
She must be five feet ten!  Wait!  keep your hide!
Arms folded, head tilted, her lips pressed tight 
The villagers stay in spite, intense fright
I‘m in control now, I will crush you and
what I say goes, I assure you, it stands
If you annoy me, I’ll let Petra loose!
Most venomous you’ll 'ov wished for a noose
Giant hands and feet, a freak of nature
Abomination of Norse literature
Her words hammered into them as they swayed
Fear of being crushed, bitten, they obeyed 
Mirmantha is the name given to her
Like a sea creature slimy and slender
We must follow then one interrupted
Programed to hate each other, corrupted
But all along creatures of the night watched
Saw how the other one's plans were blotched
Hiding in places where night creatures hide 
Plans to rid Mirmantha, stand at high tide
The serpent to mate with Petra is strong
A net and a ribbed canoe six feet long
The creatures of the night have succeeded!
Creatures of the night, were all they needed 
Mirmantha is trapped and rowed far away
Night creatures will be remembered on this day
Without Petra her once dangerous snake
No longer mayhem and make no mistake
Now deprogramed and happy once again
Good riddance sung, mean-spirited titan
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