The Pied Piper's Song
These are the teeth
That never stop growing.
These are the jaws
That never stop gnawing.
These are the claws
(almost like hands)
That never stop clawing,
Never stop clawing.
This is the dark's true shape:
An open-eyed nightmare,
Biter of babies,
Plague and rabies,
A living terror.
This is our counter-pain.
Our equal.
Our lizard-tail brother.
Uncountabale.
Ravenous.
At home in our home.
Soulmate and shadow.
This is the tireless beast.
Traps kill him once.
Poison makes him stronger.
More lives than a cat.
Give honor to rat. |
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