Whenc’ com’th the heavy shadows; for there be need of wings to seek guidance
in darkness without light, in the cold with no warmth.
Both which _ Nary moments befor’ _ we fully enjoyed.
I congratulate Thee upon join’ng me in our erstwh’le journey
to centuries past _ wher’ the evil villanies of 15th century poverty
curse’d our human lot. For wretches love company. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Doth anger overcom’ Thee? _ as well it does I for this sorry state of affa’rs.
From whenc’ com’th the force that slubbered this dark beshrew upon us?
Reminiscent of medieval ignorance! Recollections of dark dreams come to life.
As Thou might list, and I recall while being quite pissed,
it be the Cockatrices of our day who befor’ our present Age of Darkness _
spew’d guileful words on the evils of our centuries technological prowess. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Cockatrices proclaim’th the sun, that be The One, for which a swashing blow was
cast up’n our technology. And if’t _ gods forbid _ there be a cloud _ the wind tak’th
up the shortcom’ng _ if it please the wind to do so.
What Poppycock You Cockatrices!! _ Thou besmirch’t our way to solv’th any evils
of used air _ with no avoid’nce to pound us down to the ignoranc’ of medieval shadows.
Forthw’th Be Gone! and with Thee Thine vision _ Thine Plague! Be Gone! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Forthw’th startl’d I awoke from this Dark Nightmare! Forswear’ng the Cockatrices!
Let not our sloth dim the mind to that flighty counsel to slay that oily y’t reliable dragon \u00a0
befor’ we know how best to safely tak’th its lodging.
Cockatrices confess! Who are Thou? For Thine evil ways _ to sharpened eyes _ now displayed
your lack of thought or care for the po’rest ‘mongst us; with little means \u00a0
to protect thems’lves from you Want-Wits with your bawbling minds. Cockatrices Be Gone!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(The Random Poet:07172021
www.therandompoet.com)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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