Something Spooky

One eerily silent winter’s night

a blackbird laid an egg,

and then very hastily took flight

as from it crept a leg,

and following it came second,

and yet another still,

and fourteen total seemed to beckon

with a voice dreadfully shrill.

It resembled strongly a large fly

with long translucent wings,

but it let out such an eldritch cry

no insect could ever sing,

and into the black night it flew

without making a sound,

leaving only sticky, shiny residue

upon the cold hard ground.

The creature perched high on a tree

and gazed across the world,

its body shimmered slimily,

its five eyes shining like pearls,

and down it swooped as fast as light

extending a spiny tail,

and shining in the moon so bright,

it let out a nightmarish wail,

and as it flew the creature grew,

elongating and dropping its shell,

revealing soft pink flesh so new

like something straight from hell,

and all fourteen legs spread out

and from them claws sprung forth,

and it landed swiftly on the ground

and silently scuttled north.

From its front came tentacles

and from its back came spines;

its skin grew rough with denticles

and from its knees opened eyes,

and its wings withered and fell

like petals from a rose,

and from its mouth oozed some strange gel

as well as from its toes.

It let out one more awful cry

and bored into the ground,

disappearing from the light of the sky

without a single sound,

and there the creature sits and waits,

growing in its slumber,

it listens and anticipates

the day it is uncovered.

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