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You could not ignore the girls plea so you walk over to her. She is reading a poem aloud:

Alone - by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
By Edgar Allan Poe

"This is my favorite book, and my favorite poem. My mother used to read it to me before I went to sleep every night. I can't read the last line. Can you tell me?"

As you take the book from her hands which have unusually long, sharp fingernails, her fingers touch yours. You feel a chill pass through you, but you look at the book and read aloud the last line of the poem.... "Of a demon in my view".

Too late, this was no girl, this is a Rakshasa. It has deceived and tricked you. Purgatory is your new home. The Rakshasa will enjoy feasting on a mortal. Mortals are much fresher, juicier and you have more meat on your bones. Meet your fate. The Rakshasa has transformed itself into a Scorpion. It injects you with deadly poisons.

† A demon in your view... †

Demon In Your View. Copyright 2000-2002 M. Buck aka Artgekko.