FIE! FIE on them all cried the troll
By the bridge on the river road
Lest they pay they dare not go
N'ere anywhere go for gain
Not even get out of the rain
Nor buy clothes may their old ones
Fall to rot and mold
They cannot go I say they cannot go
To where the river Poe's dark waters flow
Or the rubicon's foamy rouges roll
Return thyselves to thy breviary arts
Sharpen thy pencils to thy spirit's parched
Write of hark hark God bless the lark!
There is a place out in the West
Where none dare live but the very best
Those whom all ad-nauseams malign
Sickening dislikes disgusting designs
To bannish all boredoms their sacred quest
FIE on their depressive repetitive regrets
Their dead monotonous mutterings
That is why That is why
By their coat collars I shake them high
Making their kiddies shriek and cry
That is why That is why the witches fly
That is why that is why the sirens sigh
These peasants the same always the same
If that is their game then why can't I?
Piss my tallow pay what thou owest !
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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WOW
This starts getting really franic towards the end..I love the way you have repeated different phrases which causes the reader to really sit up and take...notice....good job my friend...
Darlene
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You say in your bio that you are a poor man but I say you are rich in talent. This was amazing. Scary bits and pieces and all.
Blessings to you,
***Rae***
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This is awesome, Wesley! So Halloweenish, dark like Poe. You picked the perfect background for it
I love the eerienes of this. The repitition of some of the phrases helps make this a superb write.
Dee
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