I hear scratching on the floor
Does it come from that little door?
A kin donned in white
With tresses like night
Infested by mites
A malformed sprite
Malice's most hideous spite
Origin that all the sins uniteth
Dear is to smite
Unhinged cenobite
Grotto's canopied in albite
Stalagmites of aplite
No heed or even light
Just chain's bedight
How couldst Thou live In this plight?
Spurred appetice
Famine for a wrung bite
Welcome in this ordeal of blight
Prithee... Dost Thou leave me alone...
Close that horrid gate
Begone with Thee
And leave me to this Fate
Begone!
Begone now!
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