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Brother Earth

Behold a man whom is provider and home to many he whom is the pure form of nature and is everything he's the ground and the trees the water and the bees" he gives me milk so my thirst is quenched and honey so I can taste his sweet nectar, he is the the water I swim in and the leaves that fall and upon death I return back inside him my body decay within his juices as my spirit is free as goes to dragon king ' brother nature is my home and my grave
he is first primordial Lord ! Brother natures body is beautiful and I feel his love and his care , my days and nights are better and he's protective I need not to worry about being harmed for I know he's there .

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The Dragon King

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Behold a man whom is ruler of dragons and bringer 
of thunderstorms and skilled swordsman with glowing red blade " I also call him dragon daddy o're he is top dragon and once glanced upon one feels relaxed for bad days and nights seem to vanish , his bed is waters of black and his throne is power and this awesome Dragon God is tall with blue eye a mow hawk black tank top and red pants or shorts with a chain necklace with golden lion head wearing a crown he has average body and sometimes wears a black cowboy hat his beard is neck length! This Dragon King has a tongue of truth and a great sense of smell and his eyes can get you on his side if not his body
 all hail king of dragons for he's mighty like a lion and very powerful .

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Laviathan

A dragon comes from the sea ore dragons 
born from sea foam from which he bleeds!
walks onto the sandy beach and things come
within his reach, when his tail began to drag dripping 
water like a rag and when he began to roar it began the storm"
when the storm came to stop it was like locust eating crops
and when the crops began to die it was like a baby's cry :
when the cry came to a hush it was like having a sugar rush 
ore things in this dragons path are crushed and he hungers for 
the foods of man.

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The Dragon Kings Fall Feast

Much like thanksgiving but a celebration to the dragon king O're he's leader of dragons and dragon god" pumpkin bread of plenty is shared and Japanese food is prepared for this dragon king is new his name is Damon Foltz, the moon shines ghostly glow at night upon him amplifing his arua o're he loves the smell of Japanese burgers and loves Mexican food! Raise a glass to this new dragon God and pray for the return of summer where he can bring thunderstorms once again.

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Spinal

Upon high seas a skeletal pirate with skulls 
floating round by threes ! lightning strikes ground 
with nothing to be found ore he disappears without
a trace he runs after like a race " 
he laughs so wickedly
with eyes glowing red ore he has a army of the dead
upon his ship they row it by the crack of a whip ; no
one knows where this skeletal pirate came from and he
never shares his treasure not even some , 
during stormy
weather he ruffles feathers ore him and his crew raid together
they plunder and take others under ore they are of wonder!
this skeletal pirate can shapeshift with swift moves he can 
appear as you ore it's like counting to 2 and he always does 
something new and his age is unknown ore he is made up of bone
and he is heading for home.

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The Creature

Out from the pound comes something so horrifing no one has even seen this gastly thing because they fall over dead from hearing it's growl. The townsfolk who enjoy their smokes don't venture near the woods at night because they fear what might come out for a bite, the creature who they call Paul is truly a frightful sight if you lock eyes with him during the night. Be careful not to get too close because he might bite! This being isn't your friendly neighborhood animal it's far worse than a bear, eyes glow orange beware of it's stare it's blacker than night the darkest of dark he even lurks in the park. Beware of where you stroll because this might be a troll a boogeyman that doesn't hide under the bed, it might have come for your heads.

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The Body of Brother Earth

Brother earths body is a home we all share o're he is our provider our first primordial Lord where all life came from his ooze! He feeds us and gives us things to drink like milk and he gives use shelter and a place to lay our heads and in time we must return inside him ; o're he collects us when we have had our last day marked and as our bodies decay in his juices our spirits are free" o're he will always be home to me.

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The Skeleton Shadow

It's eyes glow of red it hides under the bed
it eats the dead ! What is this thing that hides under 
the bed ? It has no name ore darkness is where it came
it didn't come the grave to face him is to be brave, 
this skeletal being of shadow taps his fingers on the floor
under the bed he growls like a demon " don't place feet on floor
ore he might drag you through the closet door never to
be seen again ore your nightmares is where he was formed 
this ghastly shadowy skeleton stalks within shadows.

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Creatures


In the shadows they lurk and in the light of the moon they hide, clock strikes 12 and in caves they dwell the streets they play scratching upon the graves. These ghastly ghouls or monsters do not play nice for your skin will feel like ice for screaming shouts from mouths the creatures come from the South, what are these monsters that lurk within shadows played upon the walls? Glasses break of alcohol bubbled inside and under the beds they wait to drag you under for their claws scratch floor and there's echoes haunting sounds coming from their horrid mouths, what do they eat? Why are they here? I guess one will not know until they search for graves down below.

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Spiders In Room 2

On the walls, in the bed,
Spiders even crawling
On my head. 
Can’t kill these eight—eyed
And legged creatures of nightmares,
For they keep coming back.
Can’t make a move,
Because these spider ensnare me.
Cannot speak because the
Spiders creep up to my face.
Is this a dream,
Or is it real?
Maybe the side effects
Of a sleeping pill.
Two is the number of my room.
I pray the spiders will vanish.