From a whisp
To menacing imp.
Jungle rot. Panic ****
See how they run.
Granny told me tales that they told her
That they heard from the griot.
The duende. Walks with feet turned back.
Conceal his intentions.. a stalking moon.
A loon ? Oh no. Real to the night.
Blood red eyes pierces the soul.
Duende. Spirit. Beast.
Sprang from the bowels of hell...the stifled dreams
Of the children. Cowed by the dark.
One left to fend. One
Found the ark.
Ta ta duende.
Know who he is ?
Nightmare amalgam
Sum of all fears. Grandma ... scared dog **** outa me.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
From a whisp
To menacing imp.
Jungle rot. Panic ****
See how they run.
Granny told me tales that they told her
That they heard from the griot.
The duende. Walks with feet turned back.
Conceal his intentions.. a stalking moon.
A loon ? Oh no. Real to the night.
Blood red eyes pierces the soul.
Duende. Spirit. Beast.
Sprang from the bowels of hell...the stifled dreams
Of the children. Cowed by the dark.
One left to fend. One
Found the ark.
Ta ta duende.
Know who he is ?
Nightmare amalgam
Sum of all fears. Grandma ... scared dog **** outa me.
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