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Dragging the rag wrapped rotting foot
An ugly Hunched back with a wrinkled face
Shrunken eyes, crooked nose & broken teeth
Bristled and grey longish hair, scaled serpentine skin
Holding a form so undescriptive and strange
No shadow no halo, ho! does it really have a form?
No hunger no pain, no losses or gain
No religion nor race, No colour or creed
No age or time, No friend nor foe
In a never-ending forceful urge to Just always be on the gooooooooooo....................
A bundle of rags, coloured beads, & some cowrie shells
A tattered book of manic spells a mystic pendant dangling low
Few strange and scary magic stuff
A trident, a sickle edged shearing tool, and then ... Yes, a Crooked stick with the studded demon's skull
Faithfully Followed by a three-legged moustached toad
with ten green eyes and fully feathered too
Hoofed as a horse and winged as a vulture
Growling like a wolverine, the gait of a swine
And a serpent’s hood - So Very Strange?
The evils of night flee in fright
Hide in scattered hollows and caves
Vampires Goblins ghosts and trolls
Creatures of the night - owls and wolfs
The nasty stench of rotting hopes and dreams -
Erie murmurs, horrifying wailing
Thunder and lightning tearing the skies
A pall of horror and terrifying gusty winds
All this; and all this fill the air
Ageless ugly evil and horrible
Timeless travel through time and land
Seeding sorrow and reaping lives and souls
Leaving soulless bodies to waste and rot
Making the bodiless souls to aimlessly drift
Neither heaven nor hell - no salvation at all
Moving from pole to pole
East to west and north to south
Cold to hot, hill and dale
Enjoying this evil and obscene act
Again, and again and again
Over and over, over and on
The stunned moon and the clouds in a stupor
The horizon praying for the waking of dawn
Yes, yes - be very sure -
this too, this too - Will surely pass
The day will be back the night dead again
New hopes of spring will surely bloom
All mysterious and a never-ending whorl!!
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