An ogre may be fair in appearance
and give chaste replies whenever asked
but a faint scent ever of death and decay
to the keen mind always a cause of dismay
Its bosom may be lavishly ripe and full
luring the mind as do red to a bull
but as you grapple and grope foolishly brave
the flesh will be as if fresh from a grave

I myself was caught in a trance
invited to partake in a terrible dance
as night was aflame and my cheeks did burn
I was taken aback as the mark of the worm
appeared on her brow ever so clearly
as she closed to devour me ever so dearly


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