The weeds that crept o'er stone and crypt
and earth now smothered completely
the words that would have warned the one
who wandered indiscreetly 
so near, that one could nearly hear
the rumbling of the beast,
but for his footfalls crackling, crunching
dead leaves underneath.

And far beneath, her narrowed eyes
held still with bated breath,
and waited for this most unwise
of fools to meet his death.
But did, however, not expect
the arrow from afar
that whiffled through the tulgey wood
and nailed 'er in the heart!

The End

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