Adamantine neck
In vessel placed
Amidst the
Battlefield.
I saw
A specter tiptoe
On the wall
Grey
Grey shadow
As shadows of the
Past
Wounded and
Silent:
The vodka bottle poured
Suddenly
Giant.
The giant spider
Drawled in the
Dim moonlight
Up the walls
With giant strides
Yet slow.
In the bushes
A naughty glow-worm
Threw
On the retiring spider
His lights
Searchlights of the night
Bold
Bold
Bold
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