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In the night

In the dark

When you dream

All is stark

And the curtain parts at last

In the place

Where you are

You hear a voice

So bizarre

It's guttural cloying words

You wish for warmth

And relief

Still you dodge

Phantom teeth

And you quail in the clinging mist

You seek escape

And you flee 

But those frights

Were not me

Behold the demon, Thou.

Portrait of Aubrey

Kill the Housefly

I killed and I slew
With every stroke the carnage grew
Broken bodies all askew
I crushed them in my might

I hunted them in my domain
Their evil limbs to crush and maim
And my own I now regain
From black and slavering beasts

With every swat and every swish
I liberate both food and dish
With every blow I grant my wish
That these flies should fly no more



So, this evening I was hunting flies, as the number in our house had grown a little ridiculous. And inspired by my cunning, I wrote this after I had severely dented the population.
And now, thanks to social media, I have made it available to buy on a t-shirt in my store on Zazzle.
http://www.zazzle.com/kill_the_housefly_carnage_shirt-235704576053436703

Portrait of Josh

Portrait of Esther

Portrait of Sam

Portrait of Jake