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The Baku’s,
outstretched,
snout, rises,
nightly, in the East,
consuming, nightmarish
novel surprises,
like, a,
bargain bucket,
twilight feast.

The Nuckelavee crashes
against Orcadian rock, vehemently,
full of neighing, nostril-burning,
acrid, whale-boned, salty water,
drowning; joyous cheer,
hopeful dreams, and, love aplenty,
along with; tossing, turning
sons, and, daughters.

Elephantine tusks, and, trunk,
Rhinoceros-esque ears,
Cow’s tail, Bear’s body, and, Tigerly, protective, compassioned paws,
Baku, is, never, knowingly, unpronounced,
until, the worldly children’s fears,
give it, a rousing reason, to grab a meal,
of unsleeping dreams, betwixt, it’s claws.

The crop-wilting,
breath, of the Nuckelavee,
leaves, eyes; badly harvested,
as, it, tramples, at full sprint,
young ambitions, thoughts, and, visions,
bringing down, all, upper-trajectory,
and, chasing, fear, by the scent,
of, terrestrial islanders; cumbersome, teary, slumbering footprints.

All the way, from, West to East,
Baku, catches whiff,
of, the Nucklavee’s, despicable,
despotic, demonic plan.
So, Baku, cleans, it’s teeth, and, paws,
with, eyes; wide, and, wildly, yellow, like, lemon pith,
steels, it’s gaze, on, an aquatic equine’s, face,
for, all, to see; Gods, angels, demons, all creatures, and, this man.

What happened next,
was not, of, this world.
They clashed, so mightily,
that, they, even, made Titan’s blush.
A menagerie of; horse, whale, tiger, rhino,
elephant, bear and cow, unfurled,
all; teeth, eyes, manes, and, limbs, ablaze.
But, brilliant Baku, had, the cutting edge, on, ne’erdowell’ing, Nuckelavee, and, the Nuckelavee, was, crushed.

As, the waking world, awoke, and, sneezed,
with, an Achoo!,
fears passed, we were no longer afraid,
the dreaming disease,
had been crunched, swallowed, and, consumed, by, Baku,
leaving, the Nuckelavee; ‘je suis désolé!’,
and, in, it’s heart; destroyed, devoured,
decayed.

So, we pledge, this day,
as; Baku Day.
We travel,
we fight,
we feast.
And, we drink,
good health, to the Nuckelavee,
lying dead,
on the ocean bed,
fed-up, bested, beaten,
and, drowning,
it’s sorrows,
in defeat.

© poormansdreams

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