Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Island Of Lost Schmoes

In the darkness, there's creatures a-prowl 
First a bark, then a screech and a howl
Once happy in herds
Now they grapple with words
And hark! They use speech to cry "Foul!"

 Two of the beast-men who inhabit Island of Lost Souls (Erle C. Kenton; 1932).

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