Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Dark Discovery

A scream shatters the dead of night
     Methinks a wicked villain hadst fouled a woman

Therefore lest I forswear my lordship
     With haste do I run through perilous manner

Wherefore he stumbles o'er yon street
     The drunkard I see doth deceive my eyes

For naught drunk from the goblet hast loathsome slander
     But from out of his grave this grotesque doth wander

{Thus begins a new age of the supernatural, who knows what the future will bring}