Cryptics' Fabled Tales

Fiends

Escape apart from clutching demons satiating brain,

ye aren't interpreting clearly luck.... ye've attained,

shouldn't be so methodically trained –

For sake of thy own purposely willed vain,

do nothing as heart slinks further beneath gulping profane,

keep them hungry.... yet: tame –

Instilled beyond centuries: they prefer wickeder to claim,

convey they do.... elements to relieve buried pain;

Steep lifelong tormentors out,

tearing cased slickery tongue,

these wondrous fiends are sure to relish in babbling shouts,

ensuing verbal retaliation has none,

blood splats caking harsh recalls by luscious shrouds,

limbs copiously rung,

draining as if someone accidentally left water spewing from spout –

See – I assured ye what worth these fiends would become.