The Curse
Prolonged agony...
it hung on him like a dead weight.
You'd think Marley had come back for a visit...
was there no escape?
It went after him like a ravenous wolf,
tore him up from the inside,
till his ashes were spread out...
over Lake Louisa.
It took her to the grave,
like hell hath no fury!
That place of nothing but loneliness...
and devastation.
Why would he come back to face the wolf?
Would it get him, as well,
tore him upside-down...
just like his mother?
Who can tell the tale
of the tell-tale heart?
Tear up the planks,
Edgar knows!
And why would he come back,
to that place,
that curse...
at Vacation Village?
Would he follow her
to the grave?
The wolves
will tell you!
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