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What's that knocking I hear? rats that sneak out and roam; and then quickly disappear? Or could it be something of more sinister in domain? Spirits of tortured jesters fallen, their blood of time's passing, by canibbalistic feasting do they; by unholy immortality reign......
Knock, knock..... Crack, crack..... Stickety wick.... Wickety smack.....
The Jester raps, a calling...... His voice shrill and appalling.....
Within the walls he hides, his knocking announcing his wrath.....
Smackety wicket, Wickety sticket..... Crackety crack, Knockety knock.... Where now is the jester's face?
Somewhere within the cracks, of the hollowed darkened space.....
The evil takes its gullet, from feast of each and every graft.......
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