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| − | + | Crystal water turns to dark | |
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| − | + | Where ere its presence leaves its mark | |
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| − | Ill winds mark its fearsome flight, | + | And boiling currents pound like drums |
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| + | When something wicked this way comes... | ||
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| + | A presence dark invades the fair | ||
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| + | And gives the horses ample scare | ||
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| + | Chaos rains and panic fills the air | ||
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| + | When something wicked this way comes... | ||
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| + | Ill winds mark its fearsome flight, | ||
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And autumn branches creak with fright. | And autumn branches creak with fright. | ||
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| − | + | The landscape turns to ashen crumbs, | |
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| − | + | When something wicked this way comes... | |
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| − | + | Flowers bloom as black as night | |
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| + | Removing color from your sight | ||
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| + | Nightmarish vines block your way | ||
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| + | Thorns reach out to catch their pre | ||
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| + | And by the pricking of your thumbs | ||
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| + | Realize that their poison numbs | ||
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| + | From frightful blooms, rank odors seep | ||
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| + | Bats & beasties fly & creep | ||
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| + | Cross this evil land, ill winds blow | ||
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| + | Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow | ||
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| + | All will rot & decompose | ||
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| + | For something wicked this way grows... | ||
Latest revision as of 23:18, 27 November 2008
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Ray Bradbury
Crystal water turns to dark
Where ere its presence leaves its mark
And boiling currents pound like drums
When something wicked this way comes...
A presence dark invades the fair
And gives the horses ample scare
Chaos rains and panic fills the air
When something wicked this way comes...
Ill winds mark its fearsome flight,
And autumn branches creak with fright.
The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,
When something wicked this way comes...
Flowers bloom as black as night
Removing color from your sight
Nightmarish vines block your way
Thorns reach out to catch their pre
And by the pricking of your thumbs
Realize that their poison numbs
From frightful blooms, rank odors seep
Bats & beasties fly & creep
Cross this evil land, ill winds blow
Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow
All will rot & decompose
For something wicked this way grows...
