Malevolent Gnome
By Coralie Rowe
Under a mossy broken stone
I found the body of a twisted old gnome
He was certainly squished as flat as a tack
Especially his head and his pointy red hat
His face was quite a sight to see
It kind of resembled an old man's knee
Wrinkled and round and sort of flabby
His once bright clothes, now torn and shabby
I looked around for a stick with which to poke
But as I was about to jab him, he eerily spoke
'Go ahead little one, take a stab at me…
Your worst nightmare will come alive, you shall see'
I hesitated a moment with my hand held high
Then thought what the hell and thrust it in his eye
The ground under my feet began to quake
As the gnomes gnarled body did shiver and shake
His limbs did quiver, they wriggled and writhed
He started to thrash as though coming alive
He started to swell, his form becoming round
Emitting a strange noise, a gurgling choking sound
A gaseous cloud seeped from his now bulbous nose
Stinking of rotten moss, dead bugs and rancid toes
An ominous omen of what was about to come
I turned from him and away I did run
I made it home safely and hid under my bed
Reliving those words that horrid gnome had said
Secure in my home, I fell asleep curled in a ball
But my dreams turned to hell as I heard his voice call
'Little one, I come for you, to collect for your sin
To consume you, to devour every inch of your skin
You shall learn it is better to let the dead rest
You shall learn from me, as your flesh I digest'
'You awakened my ire, with your act of cruelty
Peircing my eyeball showed your evil depravity
And for payment of such, I shall take from you
But an eye for an eye, just won't do'
'So I shall take you as a whole, every ounce of fat
Chewing each piece whilst wearing my red hat
Died with the blood of all those I've eaten before
This is just how I settle a score'
I awake screaming from this ghastly nightmare
The atmosphere of it hangs hauntingly in the air
Slowly I open my eyes to the chilled room
To see him sitting there, one eye glowing in the gloom
Malevolent Gnome
Under a mossy broken stone
I found the body of a twisted old gnome
He was certainly squished as flat as a tack
Especially his head and his pointy red hat
His face was quite a sight to see
It kind of resembled an old man's knee
Wrinkled and round and sort of flabby
His once bright clothes, now torn and shabby
I looked around for a stick with which to poke
But as I was about to jab him, he eerily spoke
'Go ahead little one, take a stab at me…
Your worst nightmare will come alive, you shall see'
I hesitated a moment with my hand held high
Then thought what the hell and thrust it in his eye
The ground under my feet began to quake
As the gnomes gnarled body did shiver and shake
His limbs did quiver, they wriggled and writhed
He started to thrash as though coming alive
He started to swell, his form becoming round
Emitting a strange noise, a gurgling choking sound
A gaseous cloud seeped from his now bulbous nose
Stinking of rotten moss, dead bugs and rancid toes
An ominous omen of what was about to come
I turned from him and away I did run
I made it home safely and hid under my bed
Reliving those words that horrid gnome had said
Secure in my home, I fell asleep curled in a ball
But my dreams turned to hell as I heard his voice call
'Little one, I come for you, to collect for your sin
To consume you, to devour every inch of your skin
You shall learn it is better to let the dead rest
You shall learn from me, as your flesh I digest'
'You awakened my ire, with your act of cruelty
Peircing my eyeball showed your evil depravity
And for payment of such, I shall take from you
But an eye for an eye, just won't do'
'So I shall take you as a whole, every ounce of fat
Chewing each piece whilst wearing my red hat
Died with the blood of all those I've eaten before
This is just how I settle a score'
I awake screaming from this ghastly nightmare
The atmosphere of it hangs hauntingly in the air
Slowly I open my eyes to the chilled room
To see him sitting there, one eye glowing in the gloom
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