Mystically I came to be from sleeping zombies' fantasies
Meshed with fibers of my soul, frayed and torn from days of 'ole
Think before you venture close, stay, take heed, or be a ghost
Near me feel the crushing weight, the thick fog layers with no abate
Few have glimpsed my visage true, perished, slaughtered through and through
But come to me and hear my word and all your fear will be conquered


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.