Terthas

Maturin's Plea (Fan-Fiction Idea for IT)*** Potential story spoilers related to the book

Quiet, eerie town of Derry

Very tainted,  clearly fearful

Tearful for the death that's to come,

But come what may, you will stay put

 

And look! Among the sewers there,

A red-haired nemesis that feasts

On deceased children, born of fear

IT hears their thoughts and intervenes

 

Their screams will just invigorate,

Stimulate the sinister

Mister Robert Gray's appetite,

Incite his hunger for their flesh

 

There is a way where there's a will

So Bill, take up my timeworn shell

Please end this hell once and for all

Heed my call, remove IT's taint

 

The tainted will at once be quaint

If you succeed this ghastly deed

But if you fail, do not prevail,

IT's storm will pour, flooding ensue

 

And, to quote the clown, "you'll float, too."

 

 



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