Poltoon!

Oh horn'd wing'd creature
that flew into my room
that prophesy'd the coming of the doom

Give me back my blood,
take back your poison.

You flew over woodland,
rude wood and iron huts,
and lay down by stilled waters

Take back your poison,
give me back my blood.

Oh twisted hybrid creature
From womb of dark insects
Have you come to win our respect?

Have you come from outer space?
Come to destroy the human race?

Give us this day your poison,
we'll give our pound of flesh.

# posted by Blatherard Osmo : 5:15 PM