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The rough sailor quietly commands the moon,

dust devil rises in swirls of ash,

lost windigo brought forth from extinction.

A ghoul upon the road of night,

stands fifteen-feet tall in dazzling white,

the iron mask that binds its face,

is released in strident clatter.

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Welcome home to the swamp and the threadlike moss,

lichen spirals around you concealing your nakedness,

slowly secreting your cadaverous flesh,

your voice is a chilling high-pitched scream,

that expands and immobilizes,

The sailor commands you,

in hatred and self-punishment,

in the coward’s revenge.