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What fresh horror
'wakes me anew
with ghastly features
such as these?
Oh, the putrid stench
afflicting my nose,
the tendrils of flesh
twitching to and fro,
dripping off the bone,
tormenting my trembling eyes!

"Away with you, foul creature
of man's doomed future!"

My countenance has
suffered greatly in this
dark hour; my mind
spins tales using a widow
spider's needle and thread.
Oh, corrupted time,
has Death's royal finger
directed me to my grave?

"Petrified spirit, I beg of thee,
release me from thy dead gaze!
Swivel those glazed eyes -
foggy and sightless - away from
my immobile mass!"

Heavens, it draws near!
Stretching out its knobby hand
the shriveled figure speaks
a language of silent syllables;
the rotting lips beckon my name,
bidding me follow.

"How now corpse, I
dare not go with thee!
Your image doth chill me
to the very bone!"

See the frown creep across
its disfigured face as it
falters a moment, dribbling
droplets of blood.
Still, it creeps closer 'till
naught but an inch remains
between the outstretched hand
and my quivering self.

"Come no further demon,
or Hell will never reclaim you!"

But what's this?
'Tis a hideous smile
as ever there was one,
encroaching upon the creature's
face; with a swift jerk,
the pallid flesh rips
my life away as
the cry leaves my lips,
now gone cold...

Description
What fresh horror
'wakes me anew
with ghastly features
such as these?
Oh, the putrid stench
afflicting my nose,
the tendrils of flesh
twitching to and fro,
dripping off the bone,
tormenting my trembling eyes!

"Away with you, foul creature
of man's doomed future!"

My countenance has
suffered greatly in this
dark hour; my mind
spins tales using a widow
spider's needle and thread.
Oh, corrupted time,
has Death's royal finger
directed me to my grave?

"Petrified spirit, I beg of thee,
release me from thy dead gaze!
Swivel those glazed eyes -
foggy and sightless - away from
my immobile mass!"

Heavens, it draws near!
Stretching out its knobby hand
the shriveled figure speaks
a language of silent syllables;
the rotting lips beckon my name,
bidding me follow.

"How now corpse, I
dare not go with thee!
Your image doth chill me
to the very bone!"

See the frown creep across
its disfigured face as it
falters a moment, dribbling
droplets of blood.
Still, it creeps closer 'till
naught but an inch remains
between the outstretched hand
and my quivering self.

"Come no further demon,
or Hell will never reclaim you!"

But what's this?
'Tis a hideous smile
as ever there was one,
encroaching upon the creature's
face; with a swift jerk,
the pallid flesh rips
my life away as
the cry leaves my lips,
now gone cold...