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The Death Of The Monster
The rain lashed down among the rocks.
The crooked sails fell still,
as screaming tangled hollyhocks
attacked the lonely mill.
As villagers became their fear
the hunted tried to hide,
but twenty burning brands appeared
upon the mountain side.
The miller tried to halt the mob
but fury now was rife,
as flaming torches tried to rob
the creature of its life.
The townsfolk jeered and chanted slow.
The flames grew higher still.
And then a cry both loud and low
emitted from the mill.
And then a deadly silence fell
around the stony shore,
and all around knew all too well
the monster lived no more.
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