[Leland Gaunt]

I have written a little poem today, and I want you to read it. It's called Kristina and garlic.

Kristina and garlic

There once was a girl called Kristina
That lived in a house near river.
She never had friends,
No love or romance.
Her mind was obsessed with a fever.

The girl grew up sad and pathetic
She spent all the time in the attic
All night and all day
When it's sun and when rains
Oh, isn't it strange for young lady?

Her parents tried healing this sickness
They called for a medical witness
But when doctors checked
They shook their heads
And said "It's emotional weakness."

Her mother was drowned in depression
How handle Kristina's obsession?
They came to conclusion -
It's not an illusion -
Their daughter's in attic's possession.

They suddenly rushed up the stairs
Unlocked door, Kristine wasn't there.
Only cold wind blows
From opened windows
And strange smell was felt in the air.

They turned that place upside down
But nothing was there to be found,
Except one old book,
Which from the first look
They failed to take in account.

The book of an ancient design
was filled with the symbols and signs.
It also has pictures
Of pale ugly creatures
Who had long sharp teeth and could fly

What’s happened to our dear darling?
The feeling was pretty alarming.
Poor old mom and dad,
Their daughter is dead -
She’s taken by shadow of garlic.
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Kristine met her fate
That late august day
When garlic has bloomed in the garden...