WITHIN-THE-VERY-DEAD-OF-NIGHT-VERSE
Girl, you are ghostly-white
as a mistletoe-berry in the night.
The fallen darkness encloaks
the bygone Druids' old-oaks.
Owl-like-wide are your eyes,
but far from being Merlin-wise
you scream, girl, with a dread
of the nocturnal, waking the dead?
YES-SHARPEN-YOUR-WITS-AGAINST-
THE-FAR-TOO-MANY-FORKED-TONGUES
The many-headed hydra.
Hack off one ugly head
and two more grow there
it has long been said.
With its snaking necks
hear the dreaded hydra hiss.
Use your razor-sharp wit
to put a sure end to it.
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