Terror
How cold and quick can Terror be!
For long it slithers by, unfelt,
Until its victim cannot see
The blow of horror being dealt.
It waits in darkness long indeed
Allowing victims false aplomb,
Then blazes out with strength and speed
As bold and baneful as a bomb.
Relentless courage must have he
Who hunts this serpent in the night,
Until at last his hand is free
Its head to sever with a scythe.
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