Bloody Hell Maybell

As I Heard the ring of the dinner bell.
A presage that my hellish  hunger will soon quell.
So I raced the echos through  the cave I dwell
and as the lambent shadows and my soulest soul mell.
I can hear the beat of your heart and smell it's smell
and you the chim of your deathknell.

The End

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