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The Comedic Death of a Curious Martyr
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The Comedic Death of a Curious Martyr |
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beautyincalvary Member
since 2006-07-13
Posts 98 |
Upon the foot I was sitting Of my welcoming bed When I heard a faint a-tapping From above my pondering head. I turned about and shouted out For enveloping me was dread. The tapping tapped ferociously I urged myself to doubt: For no- this was no vampire Nor beast of nature stout- But quite, instead, a brave hero Beckoning me to play, Coaxing me to find the noise So I could save the day. At last my fingers grasped the knob Encompassing the tap I turned the brass and burst with fear As light shone through the crack. There was no gleaming hero Steaming in the streaming light, Nor a hungry, feasting evil beast Tapping to spur on a fight. But upon my eyes, my trembling eyes- So surely they did see A sorely sight, an evil blight Steaming in that streaming light. A knobby club, that evil chub Was holding in his fingered stubs Gnawed by his grinning yellow teeth- That gnawed-out club- on me bequeathed. I cried my poor, sore streaming eyes And knew so soon that I would die “But oh, not yet!” howled he and smiled: “He is to suffer for his debt!” And all at once came streaming in My unpaid debt, my gambling bet. …And, yet, the sun stopped steaming then As I collapsed and groaned- For in my heart- I thought it well Knowing it was as a martyr - That I’d descend to hell. Eeek, there's something wrong that I can't figure out. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Darn I was hoping he would escape his ultimate fate too  Well done, great story poem.Waste not a second ~ Carpe' Diem |
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