Legends tell of an ancient beast
Said to stalk the night
It flew from the east
Its howel fills the soul with fright
They called it the Rickle-Rackle
After the sound it makes
Its bones do crackle
As it quavers and shakes
Rickle-Rackle is all you hear
Before your time is done
Rickle-Rackle strikes up fear
Just as you are overrun
Few have ever seen the creature
And lived to tell the tale
Or can describe a single feature
Of this unholy grail
They say its teeth are sharp
And glint in the light of the moon
Its taller than any scarp
More powerful than any dragoon
Faster than any man
Stronger than one too
You are a deadman
If you come in his view
The Rickle-Rackle drags his tail
Cutting down forest trees
His breath is like a gale
And will bring you to your knees
Its eyes pierce to your soul
Down to your very heart
Which becomes an empty hole
Thanks to its dark art
So heed my warning
Brave adventurer
Wait until the morning
He can't be worth any venture
Pray you ne're encounter
The fearsome Rickle-Rackle
You are no beast hunter
Fear its evil cackle
Fear the Rickle-Rackle
Hear its sound and flee
Should you hear it's crackle
Its mouth will be the last you see
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Writetober 2019 Collection
RandomHere is where I will be collecting all of my works for this years Writetober challenge. There will be poems, short stories, and other forms of writing all throughout the month posted here! If you haven't already, join in the challenge, it's not too...
