* wait *
Words and deed and fire
The olden tales the best
Monsters are realistic
Lifted from malevolent evil
Nestled in a simple soul
From such uncultured nests rise
The spirits of our terror
Frightful fears of dark night
Between lightning flashes
When wind drags its talons
We catcha glimpse of something
Which evil caem this way
The travelling monkey of destiny
Pointed finger of fate
In every story participant
And real life must right now wait.
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