Hurtling soundlessly thro' the air,
I began my horrendous descent;
High above from the devil's lair:
Thrust from the jaws of ensnarement.
Cackling crazily like a cuckoo of ill nature,
He espied me from his perch;
This creature worse than any caricature-
A sight to make a stomach lurch.
He flitted from window to window,
And capered, from floor to floor;
To watch the death the earth would bestow,
Upon me, aface his door;
And, to scoop up my wreckage,
To savour every member,
To partake of every appendage,
With nothing left to remember.
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