The Hideous Hogarth
Beneath in its chasm of great divide
A fearful creature waits inside
Below in the depths of impenetrable doom
Lurks a tentacled beast to seal thy doom
Above strained whispers of armoured men
Gauntlet gloved they stand by its den
Sword swift warriors who seek this foe
Light wood torches of blue fire that glow
They draw their swords and descend down the path
Ready for war with the beast Hogarth
Their shimmering blades prism the light
As they hunt for the beast within permanent night
Shadowy, shadowy images dance
Watching searching with eye strained glance
Waiting for Hogarth’s vengeance so dire
Walking beneath blue torchlight fire
Onward downward into the pit
Scattering in showers the dirt and the grit
With steal metal boots that jangle their spurs
The monster is woken and slowly it stirs
Bravely, cautiously the knights marched on
Into the pit where the sun never shone
Wherein the abyss arose a hideous yawn
And swift into nightmares dark terror was born
So swiftly, so deadly this beast came alive
And the twelve gallant knights were reduced down to five
As tentacles slithered to suck down its prey
So even those warriors could not get away
The Hideous Hogarth this monster so vile
Has a pot bellied stomach with a mouth streaming bile
It waits at its gates to take a huge bite
Of any foolhardy courageous young knight.
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