For your amber hair
Which lays in clotting mud
A rose with a single thorn
That survived the shears
To be eaten by a worm
A scuttling thing
Man's eventual doom
A plague
It kissed you once before
And you were born
And the sky wept for you
Suicidal muse
Who fought and cheated and stole
Who left tears in her wake
Who had no other name
In the ground we found you
In the ground we left you
Covered in salt
Under a stone house.
Empty and cold. Alone.
Sweet apple brandy on our lips
In the early hours of the morning of Norsday, the second of September, Youree was eaten by a grue.
A Mother Mouse
Wit' a wick
went lighting paths
an' healing sick
She went away
to hole in hill
Said wait for her
we're waiting still
Around Noon on Cersday, the eighth of September, Ms. Flitters was carried off by a manticore.
🙤-🙦
Goose, Goose, Run Away
The hound will chase you far today
Duck through a crack and tumble down
to a garden. Safe and Still...
CRACK
John Dole's found another meal
Around Noon on Cersday, the eighth of September, a Giant Goose was shot and killed by John Dole of Bisque.
🙤-🙦
Stacy Plaster
Was a catcher
Topples, Bats and Rats
No critter could knock her flat
Til she faced off John Dole's Gun
Ain't no one could have won.
Around 11 on Fennsday, the eleventh of September, Stacy Plaster of Fenn Blaine was shot and killed in a duel by John Dole of Bisque.
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