Adnesaraje

Adnesaraje
              In the depths, the painful woes
              Were Heard Throughout the town.
           And the corrupted wind of fallen foes,
                   Lasted until sundown.
            There was a boy known for his light.
             He would visit the pillaged place.
         Bring forth flaming festivities at night,
          Showing them fancies of fellomed space.
          The townsfolk delighted, but distressed,
             Warned the boy of the Adnesaraje.
        A force of being so horrektic and obsessed.
The boy, greedy with light, wasn't prepared for the barrage.
           A scratchy, cackling, hideous laughter
       Came from the depths as the townspeople fled.
            The abliggerent Adnesaraje was after
                  The belightful boys head!
          It swarmed, it cackled, it constricted.
                 The boy was taken bluntly.
           The Adnesaraje had passed its verdict,
     As the last leaf crumbled from the bluntnose tree.
              In the depths, the painful woes
              Were heard throughout the town.
           And the corrupted wind of fallen foes,
                   Lasted until sundown.