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MONSTER CLASH
The two competed to wear a mask.
In the end was such a task.
Frightful here and frightful there.
The two were on a haunting dare.
Clash of two became a woeful host.
Wondering who could scare the most.
Ghostly haunting did set the pace.
Deeper chilling was the race.
When the two came eye to eye,
Wandering, waning warrior cries.
Finally knowing there was not to win.
Putting on airs that eerily grin.
Michaela Warren 2011
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