A child's tale.

A rap a tat tat tapping, came from Timmy's door. A whimsical young child, Timmy was no bore. So in the midst of darkness, Timmy did so creep. To see the noise that he had heard, a rap a tat tat peep.

With little legs a stepping, Timmy yelped in glee. For what he saw before him, was quite the sight indeed. A sweet thing stood before him, motherly looks to lure. With silken hands she touched him, warmness to the core.

Through baited alley she led him, her master did await. Poor young little Timmy, was set to meet his fate. For thralls do roam amongst us, a danger to us all. Now pets to vile aberrants, they only heed their call.

A step from darkness, it emerged, coming at the ready. Wide eyes stared in frightened fear, the Illithid is no teddy. A child's shriek, all to be heard, in that morbid alley. Timmy's gone, taken away, another Illithid tally.

Murk Ettinender