Delay your deadly cant, you worm eaten corpse. Shut your mouth and quit your noise. I’ll have no more of you tonight, no more your gibbering howls and gulping growls. I want to sleep, to dream, to rest, to free myself of all the silly fears your ugly face inflames. I’ve heard all that you’ve had to say, and frankly that’s enough. The evil you can do, you may not do until you may; until you may, may you begone—to where I do not care, but if you want advice from me, I would suggest you go to Hell.
I’th’other Place
Tale Told 