Nothing clean about it. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happy Folk slept restlessly Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain Holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind That chilled the very soul of the Monkey For the first time, the happy folk felt fearful For they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep Then there came a sound, distant first, it grew into castrophany So immense that it could be heard far away in space There were no screams, there was no time The mountain called Monkey had spoken It was only fire and then, nothing. Did you call me? No....
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 04:09:24 +0000
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