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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required At first I thought it a random drop of light -- why not, the universe is full of yet to be diagnosed, while remaining natural mysteries. Searing through the dark overcast -- perfectly oval, left was a singe, sign of novel, puncturing intrusion, on what was already a hoard of unusual flashing nimbus. Came a rumble and a roar! Such putrid blast! -- common to the bowls of a glutenous fat man, at a smorgasbord. Dark insatiability continued. A thickening! Bloating stench of atmosphere. A sense that could only be likened to pure evil. Dared seemed my formidable curiosity! Stars, a flickering mass of descending glitter -- Was there no bottom to this luminous fall? I shuddered to think.... But could not turn away. What negative presence, had come to disturb the restful nature of a Southwest summer's night? I did not know. Could not venture even a morbid guess. What all consuming demonic presence -- light alone seeming incapable of subduing -- rendered every foreboding blotch amusing to me! Entertained my curiosity. The fouler the contrast, the more excited became a deep, dank, primitive fantasy I long harbored somewhere inside. Was it simply spirit being infected by a transient, though treatable abscess? Or something far more primitive? Malevolent? An enchantment that could not be, once entertained, so easily subdued, extracted from the mind. From the heart. Impending doom for a foolishly inquisitive soul. The ancient document, the incantation I held in my hands, seeming to radiate an offer of unbridled power. What would I do? What would anyone sane mortal do on All Hallows Eve? Burn the damn thing!
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