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Now is the winter
Of my discontent,
Malignant, poignant,
Hellbent.

Hiss, at the glimpse,
The looking glass,
I cower, shudder as
I go past.

The freak, I see
The beast is me.
A raging war in time
Of peace.

Made to scare,
Made to creep
Softly, silence on
The streets.

To make dogs growl,
And people skittish,
A darkened villain, so
Unfinished.

Just the beginning,
In the making,
An enemy rising up,
Awakening.

-Spider Phibes
(12/25/2014)

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