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  1. For the Garaths at Sorn, by the seas great and black,
  2. As they waited for all of their wives to come back
  3. And fired their surrs at the tumelant whales
  4. From the grelleking ships with no wind in their sails,
  5. The longest of days in all the long years
  6. Was the wintry cold Festival of Fears.
  7. The moon, it was white, and the sun, it shone black,
  8. The torizant leader crawled out of his sack
  9. And looked at the rough, inimisal sky
  10. Through one bloody black and one bright blue eye.
  11. He called with a voice like terical leather
  12. And gathered the whole symbadle together.
  13. “Take a look at the sky!” He intoned, stret and strong,
  14. “It has not been thus imfelled for too long!
  15. I fear for the terrors this day has in store,”
  16. He sholled with a tone like Hesago of Tor.
  17. The men of the group stood up with a start
  18. and began untellasting the ropes, part by part.
  19. 'Twas not half past krim when the specter appeared
  20. With two fish in his hand and three streaks in his beard
  21. His entility shone like a torch to the camp
  22. And the men gathered round to hear his weftramp.
  23. He circled two times round the statue of Triff
  24. and with ultiffe in his eyes made off with a skiff.
  25. Barely two hours hence an old baker named Shem
  26. With a passion for baking fresh pan-à-la-sième
  27. Stood up with a look of gelicine malice-
  28. He huftily went and stole the chief's chalice
  29. Then drowning himself with the vin de la çasse
  30. He had stored for the cooking of malacanasse.
  31. As the company stood by observing the cook
  32. lying dead with the belicine cup that he took
  33. they heard the somnaste of the spirits that flow
  34. from the caverns of Krell to the fields of Sampó
  35. which signaled the death of a servant of Hell
  36. like a great, unholy Chamva-hall bell.
  37. “'Tis a foul day indeed,” said the captain, vensure,
  38. with a soul that was strong and a heart that was pure
  39. but his men did not share his outlook on the day
  40. with a garrable yell they all fled away
  41. to the phenistal docks, behind which they'd play
  42. their games of Pesmash and Sooda-Jalay.
  43. In a blink of an eye came a thallaying shout
  44. that prompted the captain to run quickly out
  45. to the men who dempann'd and surra'd in their fear
  46. of the corpse that was hanging off of the pier
  47. with a look of incaelistic hate in his eye
  48. They men, they all cried, “Oh, Marcello! Oh, why?”
  49. With a bone-chilling beat all the graves opened wide
  50. and skeletons started to dance deep inside
  51. of the stone-laden shests and dirt-filled vadrós
  52. that dotted Saint-Vien de les Grandes Sechosse.
  53. The leader's old father stood up by the stone
  54. that marked his small coffin on which no sun shone.
  55. Every corpse had a black kyava-bird on their head
  56. that filled all the terrified soldiers with dread
  57. they dashed to the little flacsammed town square
  58. and though they had just two surrs to share
  59. they held out for an hour, and fought off the foe
  60. that vitissied up from deep down below.
  61. It would have been fine if it ended just there
  62. but the oldest trempator received such a scare
  63. that the heart nearly jumped right out of his chest
  64. he fell on his knees, among all the rest.
  65. “O samiscal day! O terrible knaft!”
  66. He cried as he stole off with Serryman's raft.
  67. Then all hell broke loose – though one might well say
  68. that hell was much finer than that horrid day.
  69. The sky bellased wide and out of it poured
  70. snow cold as tristic, ice sharp as swords,
  71. the men close to buildings, they quickly insook
  72. and the ones who were further – well, they didn't look.
  73. The wailing and screaming continued all day
  74. while men lost their money at Sooda-Jalay
  75. sembled inside of the homes in the town
  76. fearing to look at the death raining down
  77. fearing to look for their friends who were lost
  78. out in the cold and ossamic frost.
  79. By the time the frost cleared, twas the hour of Kvarz,
  80. they jinellecked out to look at the stars
  81. though the oranic ice had thawed from the ground
  82. their fillicks and friends all could not be found.
  83. The company stood about twenty or so –
  84. the others, they guess, had gone up or below.
  85. I wish I could tell you it ended right there,
  86. the end of that horrible, destituous fair,
  87. but truth will be told, the Garaths at Sorn
  88. were struck with peurettre when they heard the horn,
  89. the long low blestatto that signaled the tchaque
  90. of the fears of the day – there wives had come back.
  91. For the Garaths at Sorn, by the seas great and black,
  92. in servitude now that their wives had come back,
  93. as they worked at the gads making pan-à-la-stuque
  94. and cleaning the house, every cranny and nook,
  95. the longest of days in all the long years
  96. was the wintry cold Festival of Fears.