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♞{Alois Trancy} ♞ ☸ڿڰۣ— It was a day or two When the haunting night skies blew Through the open creaking door Up and down the long corridor Into the dark daring room A slightly chipped full moon Hung just outside the window. In the drenched bed Even the tiniest thread Had a touch of mahogany red To it. A sword lay by Next to a stale piece o' bread of rye Spiders crawled on the walls in the dark… A demon hound that would howl and bark Near the weeping willow tree site It would scratch, it would bite If you DARE go near it. The fresh smell of flesh Through the rusting mesh Of