In loathsome hours when the starlings cry,
Boring for ivory grubs with ravenous glee,
A bosom memory of a serpentine lie
Exacts a hoary lesson onto me.
What plague you spat, cajoling my might?
Deftly dancing ‘round the world, ‘round the world, spinning a vertiginous scene?
You choked this blushing neophyte, a malingerer of the night,
Drowning in a climactic, oceanic dream.
Laughing and sighing, you stare at the glow
Of another persnickety internet show.
Tell me, dear friend
Do I not speak true?
Do you not long to dance with another
To love and wish anew?
(It’s new to me! Have an upvote, a meme, a bit.ly linked scheme!)
Laughing and sighing, you stare at the glow
Of another persnickety internet show.
Imposter. I shall strike a deal
To reveal an inalienable mystery.
Remember those Stine-tales of chilled zeal?
Tremble. A far deeper, seminal evil will force my blind lover to see.
Do I dare? Do I dare? Do I dare? Do I dare?
Of course, said the universe, I long to be disturbed.
Galadriel, lend me your ring!
Ha! Not that one, the one that made my heart sting.
Now three times in a row, say this with me.
Resurgere, Daemon Annuli.