"The Great Cleansing"

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"The Great Cleansing"

Grimwauld survived The Great Cleansing but his camp had been taken,
so there was no time to waste as he planned his invasion!
Standing there waiting, shrouded in silence,
He anticipated their next move while he scoured the horizon.
He shuffled out from his hiding place to view what was standing before him
but all he found was a mighty drop, the gap was enormous!
The chasm a yawning mouth, gaping as long as wide,
yet he'd have a camp up by morning if he could make it the other side.
Bravely he scuttled sidewards and fumbled along the edge,
- a foot misplaced and he would have died, tumbling to his death!
So he clung to each nook and crevice with each step he persisted,
suddenly up ahead, he heard the hum of an enemy that crept
in the distance!
Grimwaulds adrenaline instantly intensified but he tried to feign composure
as his predatory instinct of fight or flight had taken over.
He lies in waiting.
Closer.
Theres an urgent stabbing strike
and his rival lays disposed of, having first been paralysed.
No ones heard the hallowed cry as Grimwauld leads him away
to serve his appetite, as he hadn't eaten in days.
He feasts on the late victim and flesh drips from his jowls
leaving the taste of ironised blood thick in his mouth.
It was kill or be found, and if he thought he might die,
he'd do everything in his power to ensure he survived.
Grimwauld was a wily veteran of sorts
and bearing caution in mind had been what kept him from deaths jaws.
He was a remnant of the wars.
This didn't feel like a victory though
as while his many friends had fallen, he still considered this home.
He picked up his old resolve, embarking with deft side steps,
before he quickened his soldier march to a left, right, left.
With his chest tight-pressed up against the pallid wall
his omniscient eyes met with the safe haven that he sought.
He had made it to the forlorn encampment he had seen
with cobwebs draped from the bulwarks, it was scattered with debris.
Grinwauld scanned the vast retreat for all he could use
before he ambled to retrieve what he thought was a morsel of food.
As he neared toward it he knew, the object was no small snack,
but what he saw was his true loves cephalothorax!
Her exo-skeletal war mask and strewn body parts litter the web,
with Arachnia's head held in his small hands, he attempts to kiss her again.
It signals his end.
He crawls above the bathtub and retreats.
Hid from the cleansing, and safe for another summer at least...