Something Spooky
One eerily silent winter’s night
a blackbird laid an egg,
and then very hastily took flight
as from it crept a leg,
and following it came second,
and yet another still,
and fourteen total seemed to beckon
with a voice dreadfully shrill.
It resembled strongly a large fly
with long translucent wings,
but it let out such an eldritch cry
no insect could ever sing,
and into the black night it flew
without making a sound,
leaving only sticky, shiny residue
upon the cold hard ground.
The creature perched high on a tree
and gazed across the world,
its body shimmered slimily,
its five eyes shining like pearls,
and down it swooped as fast as light
extending a spiny tail,
and shining in the moon so bright,
it let out a nightmarish wail,
and as it flew the creature grew,
elongating and dropping its shell,
revealing soft pink flesh so new
like something straight from hell,
and all fourteen legs spread out
and from them claws sprung forth,
and it landed swiftly on the ground
and silently scuttled north.
From its front came tentacles
and from its back came spines;
its skin grew rough with denticles
and from its knees opened eyes,
and its wings withered and fell
like petals from a rose,
and from its mouth oozed some strange gel
as well as from its toes.
It let out one more awful cry
and bored into the ground,
disappearing from the light of the sky
without a single sound,
and there the creature sits and waits,
growing in its slumber,
it listens and anticipates
the day it is uncovered.