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The Wailish Eve


Hannah Erskine

Gweenish tremblies fly flashingly
Frist flaying their puckerish pores
As they crash into the golden melancies
The fingers frolicking from the pungent sun
Tremblies flutter away from Turnables and Tonts
The gnashing teeth of greenish white, uneven in five rows

Tonts cantor ‘cross the blerchly grasswood
Swelling heads pulsing with waifish colorings
Turnables sweedlings cry with raucous wails
Vittles they require for their gaping, hookish mouths
Tremblies pulse and contort in horrific fears of mortem
They transform in belbloom wonder, and become Trerrors

Gold melancies turn quakishly, sickly cream and fade to gray
Trerrors thunder with their curlish, demonic claws of metallic black
Tonts and Turnables scrambling from their former havenings
Turning fellishly violet with sickness and trerror
Quimbles house the fugitive denizens, for Trerrors come
The eve is upon the betrembling woodtrees and the sunbeams are gone
Trerrors turn to gaudish glorifics as they huffingly move
Their lungs heaving as they crimly craclock in their ghoulish armories

Trerrors stalk the wailish eve
Fearing lest morning comes and their mouths have nothing
But when that glowing orb globe of sunglitter rises high
They scramble for shelter, and become Tremblies once more
The gold melancies dance in folkish swirlies and upsidedowners
Tonts flutter their billowy ears in the summer wind and cheer

Gweenish tremblies fly flashingly
Frist flaying their puckerish pores
As they crash into the golden melancies
The fingers frolicking from the pungent sun
Tremblies, Tonts, Turnables and melancies
Surviving a horrendish night to find morn once more

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