Fable of Malachi -Malachi’s Demise-

Malachi's demise

The years were unkind to poor malachi
He was all twisted except for his eyes
He crept through the house and kept to the dark
He traveled through holes in search of his mark
Poor Jenny was next he'd supped her before
Her breath came labored but still he'd take more
In flew a raven it penned the troll down
It pierced his dark heart magick was unbound
A curse was undone Tatiana surprised
The fairies set free but Malachi died