This is a haunted place
remember to keep up pace;
for if you straggle,
for your life we cannot haggle
Quick! Look there! Pay attention!
There is a zombie yelling "Detention!"
Walk away slowly, toward it's hind:
For it is both deaf and blind.
Listen! Feel the ground.
That is a pale giant of 400, by pound.
Though you can hear her from miles away,
do not look at her, or you will pay.
Who makes these demons I do not know
I know who they serve and he is low.
From the largest giant to the smallest midge,
they all serve the dark god known as "Nollij"
Keep it up. Love all your poems.
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