Numbly-bumbly Frogged Man
Wanders heartland of the night;
See his eyes shining bright
Like that of wild cat,
Wild dog, hungry bear
And this and so much strangeness
More—the Frogged man with moist skin
And memory like stretched membrane,
Frogged Man is of the night, of the
Stuff of rotting logs and leaf-mold blight
Of some wicked forest floor
That you see in nightmare scene,
Sharp and clear as if honed and cut
By saber bright and tempered by
Blood of creatures of the Other Realm;
Such the nature of this Frogged Man
Scuttling though the earthen night,
Slopping though the slime of fear,
Waking you from deepest sleep,
Making you not want to hear
The Sounds Out There;
Frogged Man carries a dark sack
And in it all the broken sighs
And shattered screams
Of things you’d like to forget,
Of the darkside of the soul
Of the dread of haunting past—
Like beast slobbering ‘neath your bed.
And Frogged Man chitters past your window,
Makes you grab the covers tight,
Makes you fear and wonder at just how
Long is this horror of a night.