fingerling, brackish, noctum, cirrus, centipede, cthulhu, malachite
Tiny Finglerling sitting by the brackish water
Thought he saw a piece of malachite.
From a car nearby a radio blasted –
‘Liberty in Death’ by Noctum.
Poor Fingerling felt at a loss …
And pulling his white beard he pondered.
A centipede crawled from the slimy swamp
Followed by that star-spawn – Cthulhu.
Shuddering the gnome wondered
If he’d ever live to see the morrow
And walk again under the warm sun
Admiring the wispy patterns of cirrus clouds.
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