by Noor
(Mason, OH)

The dreaded creature slithers by
Sending shivers down your spine
When he turns around, you see no head
Only darkness, and two circles glowing red
Suddenly he moans, in a voice so low,
"Where is that thing that glows?"
Immediately comes a man, as big as an ox
Carrying a big, golden box
Then a boy, who apparently was hiding
Takes away the box, flying
"Peter..." groaned Ombra, becoming very mad
"So what?" Peter cries. "Too bad!"

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