It was not the giant that smite you
A dozen illusions rise wailing and smoking a swirling lure
Crawling into the mind and forcing it to tremble
Some tests you must fail to pass, to be cured
Yet the voices threaten oblivion for failure
It was not the agile beast that clawed you down
The jungle wavers yet no breeze is felt just a sinister glare
Is it alive or does the suble breeze tickle the leaves there
Uncertainty grows into a mature fear
The deeper shadows growl near
It was not the lake monster's jagged teeth that ripped your flesh submerged
Not the sly eel lurking to test it's rough sharp bite
Not the croc in wait to drag the unaware in fright
Not the enraged hippo wreaking havoc in furious gripes
It was no predatory beast or fish that maimed you,
just a tiny parasite
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