I was alone washing up in my soul sister's tub,
when all of a sudden... I sensed things!
I looked to my side in a startled surprise,
A shadow! An imp! Yes, a demon!
Eight feet if an inch when hunched over, bent.
Her tall, gangly form's quite a miserable mist.
Black as night, fur all over,
she had long sharp claws, had a maw like a turtle!
Her eyes looked blank, white,
and to end the descriptor, her shadow's packed tight.
Well anyway, she appears suddenly, and I hiss.
I asked her, "What gives? Heard of privacy, miss?
You can't just barge in when I'm washing!"
She snaps quickly, pissed off,
and then starts screaming, going on,
"Get up! Out! Go on!
I want both of you to leaving immediately."
I knew not who she was, nor where she appeared from.
I asked her, "Why?" She said, "Because...
You have brought my house terrible danger."
As she towers over me, I sat before her, trembling, saying,
"You're being rude, you know.
There's a reason I'm alone!
You can see here that I'm naked!
So, hey, you, go off! Who do you think you are?
Nagging me, going on, and you're watching me while I'm bathing!"
Angry and distraught, she continues going off.
Her form shifts, contstricts, combusts.
She displayed much displeasure, she continued in a rush.
"I don't like your... Associate... Being here.
I know you know how he is, he's said what he intends.
I know him as threat, and child, I'm telling you, REPENT!
Remove him! Take him! GET!"
I then ask her, "Why?" glancing up with some ire, watched her shake her head, sigh.
Then lowering further before me, she gazed down, glared, and surmised,
"My role here's a long story. But you know he's predatory!
Though you only see the glory, he's hideous. He's horrid!
He's not remotely sorry for a damn thing that he's started,
what he's done, what he's said, or has become, so I behest...
Please get him out before he destroys things."
I asked what she meant, so over me she leant.
Then so suddenly a fear quite enormous, heartstopping, repulsive,
Quite nearly consumes me completely.
Her voice then goes low. It goes viscious, goes rough,
Dripping blood, dripping, hushed.
"You can trick yourself, you idiot, whelp,
but you cannot deny it's the truth.
He wants the child, as his own to defile.
I know for a fact he has told you."
So I told her "He wasn't serious,
Fuck off!", with a glare and a scoff.
She then opted to not keep up warning.
Her voice shrill yet sonorous, ornery and ominous,
thinking herself above us, she boomed,
"Don't let yourself lie, keeping wool over your eyes,
you must bring forth your own decision.
You may ignore my warning of his lecherous burning,
But I shall not be so forgiving."
With brutal derision and painful precision,
she brought forth with her claws a gross, visceral vision.
Swiftly I fell to this child of Hell, clutching my guts back inside me.
Then she was gone! I look up in awe, don't see guts, gore, or blood.
And don't see her, that's sure a plus.
Still feel pain. Don't see what I'd felt, but still sense something's odd.
I threw up, doubled up, keeling over.
I hope sorely that's the last I see of her.