Friday, October 28, 2016

The Village -- Monster

That thing rose up from a bog
It looked like a super stinky dog
Three eyed, eight legged, mouth full of teeth
You'd smell hell, if you felt it breathe

It shook the poison off its skin
Spraying the bog with unholy sin
The drops sank in where they fell
Rotting things back into hell

It smelled the fresh meat up in village
And calmly it padded forth to pillage
Hope, faith, love, and all things nice
But all of them would not suffice

To fill the hunger in its belly
The beast of souls, trod out all smelly
It crunched through the trees and the logs
Into the village, where people loved eating dogs

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