I'd like to post one of my favourite poems from Zak-Zak, the Accursed Fire Demon:
A farmer in a field once knew me very well
I ate him
A lady in a tower once knew me very well
I ate her
A babe in a crib once knew me very well
I ate him
A queen on a throne once knew me very well
I ate her
If you think you won't be eaten
It's because you don't know me very well
Monday, September 22, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Practicing my Iambic Pentameter
The scent of eel, a whiff of rosemary
Some mandrake root and wings from a fairy
My mortar and my pestle grinds them all
The full moon summons Dire Wolfhound's call
The ley lines drawn, diaphanous, glowing
The rites are complete; the power, flowing
Success, I cry through the clouds of gases
I see through your top with x-ray glasses
Some mandrake root and wings from a fairy
My mortar and my pestle grinds them all
The full moon summons Dire Wolfhound's call
The ley lines drawn, diaphanous, glowing
The rites are complete; the power, flowing
Success, I cry through the clouds of gases
I see through your top with x-ray glasses
Sunday, August 17, 2008
A Wizard's Tower
A room to hold my robes and cowls
Another for my rings and staves
I shun the simple homes and caves
To live among the owls
Another for my rings and staves
I shun the simple homes and caves
To live among the owls
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