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Often I stare wonderingly into the eyes of the skull headed cane. The one I purchased from a bazaar in the desert. Its leering skeletal face seems to be laughing and its ruby eyes appear to dance with unholy life as they reflect the dim light of the lamp. Sometimes late into the night when all is quiet I hear a distant chattering as from a deep canyon in a barren landscape where bleak clouds perpetually shroud the soil in shadows. It is there that the cane was made, lovingly formed by gnarled inhuman hands carefully carving alien wood with a bone handled blade.
I wrote a poem for it
Because I love itand it loves me too.
Jack and Reggie just dont understandno one does!

The Floating Skull Rhyme

Horrid, floating, fleshless head
Why do you cackle above my bed
Be-gone you wretched monstrous fiend
Nightmare! A nightmare, most dreadful dream
Is this a creature from beyond the grave?
Why does it cackle in such a way?
A blast of thunder a flash of light.
A blur of motion the Fiend takes flight
Smashing through my window pane
Perhaps I shall fashion a skull headed cane