Wild is the Grinnifang
With teeth that ting
And claws that clang.
On cold nights it quivers
As it stalks its prey
With a tail that shivers
Every step of the way.
Beware you with the golden hair
And with your eyes of blue.
The Grinnifang is coming,
Coming for you.
There's no way you can stop it
Nowhere you can hide.
No matter the locks you put on your doors
It'll find its way inside.
Its teeth are the knives of the North.
Its breath the moist air of the South.
Its eyes are pale as the winter moon
And a thin tongue flickers from its mouth.
Beware you with the dark brown hair
And with your eyes of green.
The Grinnifang is coming,
Coming in your dreams.
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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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