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Hyde Bound Fiend Waged Ominous War

Hyde Bound Fiend Waged Ominous War

This misanthrope lived
most all his life alone,
yet upon awakening
this very early morn,

mine eyes saw me prone
naked body adrip atop
blood soaked sheets,
that glommed to mine

lacerated flesh and shone
deep red as moonlight seeped
thru chink in the stone wall,
nothing else stirred

'cept myself abed,
but sinew and bone
suddenly alarmed
what demon slashed

into red ribbons,
whence fright suddenly,
I choked, gasped,
and loosed a groan

upon e'en the slightest movement
found me to moan
with excruciating pain,
while in thine head

did sinister demon fueled,
a wounded pained animal groan
maniacal cackling gradually
increasing to an ear piercing,

hounding and deafening tone,
whence hands attempted
to clap away
evil frightful shrill

ne'er heard nor known
afore this nightmarish scene
capped when nine inch nails
caked with thick

dried blood shown
in the dim light affixed
to monster sized brown
paws not my own,

yet latched to this
gruesome near slain
(bodily heap of mine)
ogre haunted nemesis over blown
sanity, and frightfully unknown

as like an accursed beast
methought hie got catapulted
to the outer limits
of the twilight zone.

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