Friday, 29 November 2013

THE TERRIBLE SCRIVENER BLOOMS

This is a poem about a pony who is dumb and his name is Scrivy and he is dumb and will not make chocolate cake for his wife.


Oh, stallion of ashes, dark charger of night,
Why do you punish that which is all to you?
Like harpy's claws your cruelty descends,
Into my beating heart your evil rends.

Oh, terrible hawk who flies when veil glitters,
You cry terrible banes from your beak,
Why must you banish the maiden to her tower,
Throw your protector into her curdled cage?

Oh, wrathful dragon, rising from mourning,
Cursing your crown, who girds you all the same,
Who sits upon your mantle, hallowed, and wretched,
But her tears will not settle your awful fire.

Oh, sinister shadow, to your dexter night-flower,
She is innocent and gentle, but still you wield a blade,
So cruelly, with such malice, cutting apart her spirit,
Denying her one pleasure, her one treasure.

Oh, terrible obsidian demon, king of hells!
Why do you punish me so, steal what I love,
And bind me to you, in punishment, in loving hate,
Knowing I cannot deny your fearsome claws.

Oh, no, my treasure is lost forever, stolen from me.
Taken by the beast which I cannot break from,
We are as the snakes locked in eternal hunger and feeding,
One steals, the other longs, and neither shall ever part.



Written By Not Scrivener Blooms As He Is Fat And Dumb.

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