[bloodrayne]

Originally Posted by The Flayed One

*ahem*

Not long ago, but far away
On a dark and dreary day
This is where my horrid tale begins

If my pen dictates it right
You'll turn pale and die of fright
Or ridicule my writing; it depends

In a shack gone dank with dust
Metal siding aged with rust
And evil symbols carved into the door

Underneath a pregnant sky
Through which howling wolves shrill cried
A robed and cackling figure crossed the floor

Erwin Twystye was his name
An inbred doctor of no fame
Unlike his dad, with whom he was no match

His father, 'neath incestuous swoon
Produced a son that was a loon
Who studied pouring whiskey down his hatch

Twystye now away did slink
Towards the porcelain kitchen sink
And started mixing regents in a flurry

Everything he had he threw
Into his primordial stew
While drinking gin until his voice grew slurry

Cracks of lighting smote the ground
As Twyste cackled, leapt and bound
And staggered in a drunken swaying motion

Amongst the dank and molded mess
The Dr. finally found success
In brewing up a secret Goblin Potion

WOW *applauds*

That was seriously, SERIOUSLY good :)