There be a scribe here to retell it to the lad upon his return? Where is that Mad Scot, he was quite the minstril, eh!
"AAAYYYYYIIIIIEEEEE! Thar E be" says Keep, motioning to the the scribe to move closer.
Listen up...
Line up the orders, I'll serve and complete the saga.
very well, if there be no more drinks
for the moment, i shall complete the tale.
We threw down his carcass, in the hull, with the fish, Then stared
at one another. Did anyone wish To open the door, the portal to hell, The entrance to madness... no sane man was
well. It lay there before us, images conjured, Of a decayed white dress, an the deeds of the monster.
"I'll
do it," I cried, and fought down my fear. I turned the handle, no sound could I hear. The men were all quiet, every
soul was expectant Creaky hinge broke the silence, and in the door went.
They crowded about and all looked within I held the torch up and though it was dim
We all saw the carnage,
it littered the bed, Four strong men fainted, my legs were like lead. In the corner, the doctor, chained
to the wall, He looked lean, he looked sick, he could speak not at all.
There on the bed, just resting in place, Lay
pieces of Penny; on the pillow, her face.
The arms were stiched up, feet held on by stockings High on her waist,
lay her breasts, both were rotting.
The knees were propped up in a familiar position, Some fell to the floor,
thinking of the conditions. I left the room, not a thought on my mind, Only getting to land, leaving this world behind.
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