Grammarwocky Poem

The Nightmare

Down in the cragsap, one gloupy night,

A hooterling rose drorp and loud.

Stampedes of beasts arose in fright,

And hoof beats shook the ground.

A nymphetic man took a brisk night stroll

Into the cragsap of darkest bane.

Worphling melodificously unbeknownst

That his life would soon be slain.

The winzze, it roared,

The trees were maimed.

Death bringers soared.

As appeared the drunne untamed.

With daggerstings of blood, hooves of steel,

Fangs squinishing, dropplfling, grating.

Its stare induced this dreading feel,

Of the fate that was awaiting.

It shooped, it snabbed, as fangs sunk in,

Upon the head of the unsuspecting prey,

It saltorbed the taste of drool damp skin,

While his dreams slipped away

The drunne, now fullsificated,

Came down onto an empty plain

Moonlight washed upon its hide.

Its bloodied lips droppled in the rain

Until, at last the gloup took leave,

The drunne was in plain sight.

With fire-red mane, do not disbelieve

The Nightmare dwilles tonight.

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