Dark and dreary are the fears which man has called and conjured
Myriads are the horrors and maleficent beasts.
The stalkers of dreams haunt their wake and leave their spirits injured
What stories they tell, terrors they weave, madness on which they feast
This I know, there is no other which turns a man's blood colder
Then the hideous demon of vile abyss whose hunger will not cease
Nor in fact, does its greed end, or lust diminish, instead it simply smolders
And its boundless conceit serving as the charge, only makes it bolder.
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Pride crackles like fuel as it cackles like a fool, the greatest fear of man.
More than the Dragon, no devilish adversary composes this wicked thing
Its morbid grin cows the spirit far greater than any fiend can
and its vulgar acts, like nightmares in the mind will forever haunt and cling.
It's no host of ghouls or goblins or ghosts that causes man to tremor
Nor do scorpions and snakes have venom strong enough to meet its sting.
You might consider to trap this creature and gawk at its monstrous figure
But that would be folly, and your last, since it's rather dastardly clever
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It's not the claws that you must fear the most
But the malevolent tongue weaves webs thicker than a spider
And no sharp toothy horror does this abomination boast
But its fangs pierce deeper than any natural death decider.
Although it has no scales or hide, it yet retains not a gap or flaw
And it does not weigh a thousand pounds, nor does it breathe fire
But vitriol spews like a fog from its maw
And laughter oozes from its wrath-laden jaw
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Its savage like an animal; jealous like a slut
Go on and ask its name and pay the price if you dare
Its callous sloth will bleed your soul drier than any cut
and its hollow heart will watch your crimson pour without a care
No matter the haunts and harrows which stalk the night and plan
The dungeons and dragons of darkest fantasies cannot bring despair
Not like how we fancy that the vilest horror can
For after all and more than any monster, man's greatest fear is man.