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gore juice gorgon
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bridging poems
She clattered through her cavern
with a cauldron made of stone,
muttering ancient recipes
in a gravel‑textured tone.
She plucked a moonlit mushroom,
a berry black as night,
a puff of cave‑dust shimmer
that danced in drifting light.
She stirred it with a serpent
(who supervised the brew),
and every coil whispered,
“Add a little glister too.”
The mixture fizzed and sparkled,
then glowed a wicked red —
the colour meant to frighten,
not the kind that brings you dread.
She bottled it with flourish,
declared it with a grin:
“Behold my famous potion —
the spooky juice within!”
No monsters were dismantled,
no heroes came to harm —
just one proud gorgon brewing
her harmless crimson charm.
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