Filth dark as a moonless night embraces,
sows its putrid malevolence, encases
this undead sinew wrapped around bone,
a frame statue still and alone.
Taut aged flesh of centuries tanned,
countless countries and oceans spanned,
held nine months within the womb,
eternally imprisoned in this tomb.
Pain seeps, lime-like, then congeals:
one of the endless damnation seals;
impoverished spirit, a vaporous mist,
yellowed nails pressed into a fist!
There is only one who keeps me sane,
occupies my recumbant brain,
comforter, lover, my priest, my friend,
keeper of secrets, food without end!
I nest in the warmth of your blackened fur,
you nibble my tongue and make me purr!
For generations you've always come through;
my beloved companion, my pet: Ratu!
Author notes
Greetings my pointy eared undead one! I write tonight of your little known, and most faithful companion, Ratu, the rat, who is always faithful to you throughout the generations...always seeks you out in your stinking abode, and, when necessary, makes the ultimate sacrifice to keep you eternally undead! Here's to you, Ratu!
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