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This is not the sort of place
Where you can feel safe
Malevolent monsters roam
Haunt every road home

Behind every fallen tree
A new horror to see
They will follow you on your way
Not afraid of the light of day

You can hurry along
But never are they gone
Looking through you with ease
Their hunger to please

When you think you have made
To the realm, you have stayed
The monsters are at the door
They come wanting more

These beasts within
Are here till the end
You are fighting the fight
And these fiends delight

About G.Edward Smith

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