Deep in the twisted silhouettes of Shrek's unholy abode

Mangrove roots boring through decomposed corpses

Mutilated faces bobbing in stagnant water

Ancient blood and entrails swirling in a fetid brine

Emanating from grisly trophies of past ogre meals

The moldy tree stump I call home

Decorated with fibrous remains

Adorned with leaking chunks flesh

Eyeballs affixed across the doorway

Dried out sinews from wall wall

Shredded limb from limb

Your time here is ogre