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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A legend dwells in the polar biosphere of isolation, In the frigid nomadic country of Siberia, Within the forests of mighty Russia, this is the realm Of the Manimal. It waits in the night, lurking amongst the shadows Of the mountains, hear its primeval screams, Echoing through the deep valleys, it’s roaring Sounding shock wave, creates an avalanche, Which slams against the rocky hillsides for miles around! It is a warnings decree, dare not enter into this Baron waste land of ice and snow, for it belongs To the unseen, the beast. Alone canvas tent does so stand, as a Testaments memorial, for nine brave souls, Who lost their lives on these frost bitten hills! Oh for their youthful hearts, whom believed Themselves to be bullet proof, but realized too late, That they were only human after all, and death can Be found around any dark corner of reality! Experienced hikers, natives to this harsh environment, Prepared for calamity sake, except for the wild man, The stalker whom followed behind them in the darkness. Farther and farther, did these children of the remote go, Into the forbidden zone of the unknown, hearing In the distance braking branches, and low growling Under tones. The Manimal awaits thee, step forward to greet him, And shake the clawed hands of death itself, Glimpse his primitive fangs, dripping with drools Anticipation, for a raw fleshes feast. For this is a creature of instinctual desire, and you've Entered into his sacred hunting grounds, humanity is now On the menu. You've should have known better my young friends, Were you not of superior intelligence, nay in this icy Jungle of the Manimal, he rains supreme, the highest Predator on the food chain. Torn apart, and left buried alive, this is a truthful legend, On why, mankind should leave his curiosity at home. Nine went into the wild lands of Siberia, And none came out alive. Alone canvas tent does so stand, as a memorial Unto them, in this frigid land of ice and snow, In the Polar Biosphere of mighty Russia, as the Echoing screams of the beast, called the Manimal, Awaits amongst the mountains shadows, hungry for His next meals encounter. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN Dedicated to the Nine Brave. 3 3 3
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