I have a tale, all grim forbode
of one who sought the night.
He mounted, then in darkness rode
to work upon the height.
Control and power over all,
the essence of his quest.
The people he would hold in thrall.
Ill omen was...
Monday, July 24, 2006
A Deathly Halloween Romp
Young man Danny was wide awake
when Mr. Grim appeared
pale as death and cool as night
standing in the mirror.
All right kid,
said Mr. Grim yawning as he spoke,
You’re not the only job I’ve got
So hurry up, let’s go.
Danny only laughed...
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