Mushroom, mushroom, sparkle dully,

Thorny stem, phantom blue.

Fester neath the twilight grim,

till ghostly girl visits you.

Skipping through the nights foggy dew,

traveling towards some friends and kin.

Espies tasty treat or two,

and pockets our dwarf assassin.

Reaching home without a delay,

she enters and smiles break out.

She tells them of her journey that day,

crossing a valleys, past monks devout.

No idea of her destined death,

she snags the homicidal shroom.

Silence falls across her pale form,

A shriek cracks the still pearly moon.

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