you may believe it to be figment
for upon its gaze you'll change
a ghostly shade of pigment
go just beyond that peridot
a gaping curve of stairs below
the cellar of compendium
shapes upon descending them
and through this well's manubrium
a hall of tusks consuming them
maxilla fangs contracted
on the Grendel-like arachnid
salivating porous gums
eighteen sets of corneas
the latching tongue from the nasopharynx
sicks its prey into its larynx
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