Hell on Hallowed ground
It was a dark and stormy night
shelter, I sought in my plight
In a grotto, dark, I was keeping
hearing creatures creeping, creeping
the eldritch wail strange and rude
hurling blasphemous curses as I intrude
into his moldy cavern abode
the odor of mildew, dampness, and rot
caused by abomination of which I knew not
until the evil faerie crept nearer, nearer
pox shone on his unhealthy pallor
fifty pustules or more,I drew back in horror
I ran through the storm, away from the sight
Of netherworld evil, sickness and blight
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