The second story in the Book of Terrifying Tales
There was once a poor cretin named Lerou the Lame
An Ithanian Maraya he was, going by this name
He was a broken, cold and sad little man
And truth be told the other townspeople around him weren't a fan
people gathered, mocked, and beat him
especially one nasty Ailor called Tim
He threw rocks, stones, dung and more
Anything he could find really, to cause pain galore
It was one fateful night on an especially cool eve
Tim decided to finish Lerou off, with his best friend called Steve
The duo walked, prowled and waited
For a bloody kill, doomed to be fated
The duo spotted him calling him over
And the kind Maraya listened, as they mentioned his love Dover
As he drew close the two giggled in glee
They needed to act quickly though, otherwise he would flee
After the attack the poor Mekket fell to one knee
As a weapon was plunged into his chest, a stake wrought from some ancient tree
The two ran off, leaving him to die
Yet little did they know what would happen now, my oh my
As he bled, his final thoughts pleading for anyone to come to his aid
It was then his body was covered in a shell, a forced evolution that had been made
And while Larou began breathing once more
A new monster had been brought to Ithania's shores
When the stasis had ended, and his body was free
He was no Maraya, to be sure, believe me
He was covered in fur, antenna, and claw
And also had gained wings, allowing him to sore
However with his new form, the man was lost
And his heart was nothing but feral hunger, and cold frost
The monster roared a terrible screech
He took off into the sky, hungry for the murderers each
The two heard the roar and begun to run
But the creature just laughed, it was having fun
It grasped the first, driving its fist through Steve's chest
Tearing his heart out, eating it, as it did best
Tim begged pleaded, and got on his knees for his, and the rest of the villages life
And the creature gave him no mercy, tearing his throat, and giving the rest of the villagers strife
And so now in the night, when you look up and hear the flapping of wings
It could be Lerou, and the madness the Fluttering Horror brings.
There was once a poor cretin named Lerou the Lame
An Ithanian Maraya he was, going by this name
He was a broken, cold and sad little man
And truth be told the other townspeople around him weren't a fan
people gathered, mocked, and beat him
especially one nasty Ailor called Tim
He threw rocks, stones, dung and more
Anything he could find really, to cause pain galore
It was one fateful night on an especially cool eve
Tim decided to finish Lerou off, with his best friend called Steve
The duo walked, prowled and waited
For a bloody kill, doomed to be fated
The duo spotted him calling him over
And the kind Maraya listened, as they mentioned his love Dover
As he drew close the two giggled in glee
They needed to act quickly though, otherwise he would flee
After the attack the poor Mekket fell to one knee
As a weapon was plunged into his chest, a stake wrought from some ancient tree
The two ran off, leaving him to die
Yet little did they know what would happen now, my oh my
As he bled, his final thoughts pleading for anyone to come to his aid
It was then his body was covered in a shell, a forced evolution that had been made
And while Larou began breathing once more
A new monster had been brought to Ithania's shores
When the stasis had ended, and his body was free
He was no Maraya, to be sure, believe me
He was covered in fur, antenna, and claw
And also had gained wings, allowing him to sore
However with his new form, the man was lost
And his heart was nothing but feral hunger, and cold frost
The monster roared a terrible screech
He took off into the sky, hungry for the murderers each
The two heard the roar and begun to run
But the creature just laughed, it was having fun
It grasped the first, driving its fist through Steve's chest
Tearing his heart out, eating it, as it did best
Tim begged pleaded, and got on his knees for his, and the rest of the villages life
And the creature gave him no mercy, tearing his throat, and giving the rest of the villagers strife
And so now in the night, when you look up and hear the flapping of wings
It could be Lerou, and the madness the Fluttering Horror brings.
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