Maggot Hatchery

Out on the bog sits a mouldy old shack,

A graveyard out front and a swamp in the back,

The creature who lives there personifies death,

She'll curdle your blood with the smell of her breath,

Wrapped up in rags and a tattered old hood,

She walks with a cane made of twisted black wood,

A feared necromancer and caster of curses,

She really enjoys putting people in hearses.

Blessed with a face that can drive men insane,

A body by joke and a sinister brain,

Her feet can peel wallpaper when they're exposed,

Gangrene and fungus infesting her toes,

She spends all her evenings creating disease,

Conjuring larvae and maggots to please,

Enormous pupae she constantly breeds,

On disinterred bodies they suckle and feed

A larval sack she did dismiss

It crawled into a drainage ditch

Once underground it carried on,

No one noticed that it was gone.

Down in the sewer this maggot had fun,

Eating the rats was it's job number one,

It terrorized rodents and left them in tatters,

The flesh of the beasts made it all the more fatter,

Bones it did crunch and then cartilege munched

The slimy invertebrate sloppily lunched,

It's tubular mass through the sewers did squirm,

A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, many-toothed worm

With palpitating skin in gelatinous mounds,

It made it's way through Creepsylvania's grounds

Seeking the filth by which it was sustained,

The Swamp Hag had this maggot very well trained

Finding a coffin that was plentifully plugged,

The corpse was devoured by the glistening slug,

Rot and decay it ingested with zeal,

As long as it knew that it had a next meal

Feasting on the bloated dead

Stiffs enveloped foot to head

Vomiting acid into the crypts

To gorge on all the parts that dripped

Tomb after tomb it slowly creeped

As we watched our food sources deplete

It tunneled into our practice space

And listened as we moshed the place

Into the sewer it escaped

It's casing held a human shape

A squalling lump all set to burst

This town has not yet seen the worst