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What lies beneath the murky surface, is kept hidden
For their, and our protection, as its terrifying myth
Is a warning, for the curious ones near the engulfing swamp
As the dwelling beast, grumbles, in the thick ripples it creates,
Like an enticement, to those prying, around its banks,
Hypnotized, by the sway of the shrubs, growing off the creature
Pervading the thick moss, entangled with the moist stench,
Bringing the snooping migrant, in closer, to the stirring
In the overturning mire, that begins to slowly swell
And separates, unveiling the monster, to the petrified wanderer,
As it devours him whole, beneath the black nebulous,
A story repeated, to a young and an inquisitive soul,
A little girl, unafraid of the fable, and deeply absorbed
In its lore, that has placed her entire town, into panic,
Angry debates, deciding how vanquish the terror below
Has only created further hysteria, as they place blockades,
Shrouding, the wetlands from ever being traversed,
Until the little girl, succumbed to her heightened intrigue,
She packs her fishing rod and bait, hoping to lure
Out this supposed ferocious and rapacious beast,
She discovers a nestled path, enveloped by outstretched webbing,
Not even her fear of those arachnids, could halt her odyssey,
As she bit down, and charged through the silken blankets,
Feeling the stretch of its cling, as she pushed through,
Swinging her fishing rod, to take some of the brunt
As she kept mowing past the dense vegetation,
Finally, feeling the squish, under her blind steps,
Peeling off the collected entanglement, she found the swamp,
So serene, lavishly blanketed by the green flora,
She was amazed, and excited to ease her bewilderment,
For how can such a place, belong to such a dark tale,
She stepped onto a solid plank, and dropped her baited hook,
As the beast, puzzled, by this sudden appearance,
Cautiously reached out, pinching the worm, as it vanishes
When the girl lifts the rod, checking for any nibbles, nothing,
Plopped back in, as the beast works faster, removing the worm
And ingesting it, the easiest meal it has ever tasted,
As the little girl inspects the bare hook, and drops another feast,
Only this time, the insatiable creature, was caught
As the hook, deeply plunged into its finger,
As the massive beast erupted, out of the dusky water,
Knocking the little girl back, into a swallowing shrub,
Peering out from inside, her eyes fully widened
At the sight, of the monster, from all the stories she heard,
It was much larger than she imagined, yet still, unafraid,
She slowly crept out, and into the streaming light
Carefully disclosing herself, to the panting, angry mosnter,
They both marveled at each other, the beast of legend,
And how the little girl, was blind to the beast’s sonar,
She inched closer, as the beast held his hooked finger,
A throbbing pain, sending sharp shivers throughout,
The little girl cautiously reached out, for the injured finger
Which was snatched back, with an earthquaking roar,
Composed, she climbed the beast and removed the hook,
She jumped back down, her fishing rod in hand, waved farewell,
As the grateful beast, showed her a trail empty of web traps,
They shared one last glimpse, before she vanished,
The girl safely, without webbing, returned home,
She wasn’t eaten, nor torn to shreds by the beast’s razor claws,
Although, there were glimmers of the told fable
In the still moments, when an unexpected fear, crept,
Only to be ignored and shook off, finding a calm gentleness,
For the next day, she ventured back to the tranquil pond
Finding the beast, slightly poking its sight from its domicile,
From then on, they’d spend hours, that led into a soft twilight,
Only to return the next day, growing an unbreakable bond,
Back, in the hollow halls of her den, the light bowed
As her father, watched, her room in the maddening vacancy,
Sirens blaring in his head, anticipating the jarring knock
To inform him, of his only daughters found, mutilated body,
The horror stricken tale, encased his troubled mind,
As the girl’s father, vexed by her constant disappearance,
Followed her trail, and discovered, her glaring disobedience
By the swamp, where he urged, for her distance,
He then saw deeper, at his daughter, resting upon the monster,
His whole body started to pulsate, as he reached for his blade
Nervously, removing it from its sheath, steadying his attack,
The beast felt a surge, shoving the girl to the ground
And finding a charging man, battling out from the shrubs
Heading straight for the beast, with his blade, as his spear,
As the beast pounded the ground, causing the man to stumble
Loosing his blade, lifted, by the nightmarish claws,
The little girl pleaded with the beast, asking to let go of her father,
But the monster was out, and could not be reached
As it sunk a claw, into the man’s thumping chest,
An eerie stillness, washed over the girl, seeing her father drop,
While the perplexed beast, hid in his murky dwelling
That has been corrupted, for the little girl, falling into darkness
Perched by her faded father, finding his blade nestled in the marsh,
Concealing it, as she approached the sullen beast
Who looked to console her, feeling an awakening twinge
Coming from the girl, who suddenly plunged her father’s blade
Deep, into the sunken chest, putting the legend to sleep
As the stunned beast, bogged down, into it’s swampy grave.
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