They'll suck your soul, he said. They'll tear you out You cannot dislodge them, or move them, or beat them They will stay with you, chase you, find you They'll suck your soul out of your pores, out of your skin You'll die painfully, slowly, and hopelessly There's no escape, he warned. Don't go in the canyon, don't go in the cave Don't trust the darkness, carry your torch Stay away from the canyon It contains secrets untold, unknown But you don't want to know them Please, my boy, stay away from that canyon Those were his words I remember every word clearly The tone, the echo, the sound of those words But did I listen? No. I went into the canyon, intrigued by the ancient paintings On the walls Intrigued by the sand that was strangely rippled, like water I marvled at the cactus, like sculptures from a famous artist I walked through light and darkness alike I didn't heed his words I found something interesting, an old pot It was inscribed, and made of clay It had probrably been here since time began Since man could make this sort of thing I grasped the lid, turned What secrets would it hold? I was like Pandora with her box, I was the cat killed by Curiosity Out they flew, like fog Around me they gathered, around me they landed Upon me they feasted And I fought and I cried And they fed And I couldn't escape And I gave up, and suffered silently Too soon, I wanted death It came to me in its own sweet time That last thing I heard the Ixupi discussing How they would feast upon my village My eyes started closing Oh, what have I done? It's the final agony.
Reason for writing:
The Ixupi are evil entitys that feast upon your soul...
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