Tue, 08/06/2013 - 18:36 -- Kage23


Oh the dark o'ersized spider

Crawling through the murk and mire

Its lumbering fangs do aspire

Slumbering lives soon retire

In the dark, they do not know

Soon thier sleeping fate will show

Octfold eyes with evil glow

Fangs dripping venom in the snow

Oh the dark o'ersized caper

Rips through tent like silk or paper

Screaming starts, but soon will taper

As they're sent to meet thier maker...


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