Game Over

Glossy scabbers shining so bright

Tat - tat- tat - tattered tonic

They scampered, got scalped

Enthralled in menagerie.

Orange soaring shanks.

Relaxing hallucination.

Dark mist covering the night.

Whipping wind.

Roaring howls.

Black feather alights with blue flame.

This is the end.

Match, set, Game!

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