In the dismal interiors of time and space.
A greedy character waits to offer a mind-boggling embrace.

His frozen fingers leave a chill to the empty place left behind.
In the darkness a blackhole is left to unwind.

The traveler is lost: no place can he readily find a safe nest.
Its evil continually leeches, drawing out those at rest.

Victims are cast through the empty void at his wish.
They are helpless, the bodies flop, a struggling fish.

His steeled eyes leave an empty chair.
Suddenly the chattere is left with the oddity of beware.

Brutal incisors rip the canvas from the safest seat.
Any room isn't safe; the boot-mobster waits to greet.

It eyes the most fragile one claws are readied.
And another innocent conversationalist is unthreaded.

Will his choice be me or you?
Only the crafty boot-mobster can readily answer true!

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