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Dark Man

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Shhhhh....
A cold finger of dread
Pressed against her lips
He's coming
The dark man
The grin of the sick
The pig's head on a stick

She senses the coldness
That he brings
She knows of the hail-stone seed
That he will present to her womb
She has dreamt of the insane sex
That will become
Her mind's tomb
She retreats into the shadows
But his red eye has already found her
The curtain falls
A scream is issued against the night
For her
It is the end of all light
She conceived....