There’s hick protected forest
near Murom’s merky place
Where evil spirits flourish
at an everlasting pace.
Everyone has safety lack being
frail and pale.
And a nickname for main
thugs is a nightingale.
It’s scary as hell.
It’s a land of bewitched marshes
with kikimaras inside,
Who will smear in the ashes,
take to depths where’s no light.
Everybody’s just a catch
that is factual.
And wood-goblins are unmatched.
It’s still actual.
It’s scary as hell.
To the death each gets a ticket
both the noble or the pawn
If he walked into this thicket
for a reason or with none.
Everyone got disappeared
unexceptionally.
Folks just whisper tales
in ears confidentially.
It’s scary as hell.
From a foreign beastly woodland
which is outrightly hell
Visited another brute band
who would torture humans well.
To discuss and to share
experience
They’d define first and square
expedience.
It’s scary as hell.
Disregarding misconceptions
that surround creepy pests,
Russian Nightingale the Robber
gave reception to those guests.
They used skulls for potions’ drinks
with the fresh squeezed blood
Then spelled on each other jinx
lying drugged in mud.
It’s scary as hell.
Dragon climbed upon a tree peak
and yelled at the top his lungs:
Hey, Chief Robber, bring some strippers.
I am ready for wild pranks.
Let ’em dance in underwear,
let ’em sing.
Otherwise, you’ll lay - I swear -
in the zinc.
It’s scary as hell.
Everybody roared like crazy
we’ve endured for too long.
You do not deserve the praising
and ‘ll be easily dethroned.
You already took our stuff,
greedy Harvest Bug.
No free hookers. That’s enough!
Scram, the ugly thug!
It’s scary as hell.
And head Nightingale the Robber
wasn’t borne just yesterday
He in turn began to clobber
in a violent display:
Get away, triple drunk,
go instantly.
Or if not you’ll be hung
on that Christmas tree.
It’s scary as hell.
Only old grey-haired people
can remember ancient dread
When the evil spirits crippled
their own and dropped dead.
Outrage has gone for good.
It’s a history.
Everyone walks into woods
free of mystery.
It ain’t scary as all.
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