Sunday, October 30, 2005

Sir Hyenatius' Fall From Grace

Hark, oh ye, philanderer;
Riding on a 'steely steed',
Thy ineptitude tearing the twain asunder
'Tis time ye concede,
And submit to charges of slander
For the sun has dawned, pay heed
The point will smite, the wounded will bleed

Here, larks sing, paeans ring,
Finery, viand, victual, spread,
Raiment that befit a King
While Fires of hell, the Beast (raise its head)
To ye, they shall, visions of the 'Nemesis' bring
What verse, shall we use in prose's stead,
To poison the lesions that've long bled?

Sir Hyenatius X, of noble ranks, ye say,
Of flighty rapidity and rapid flight?
Watchful sentinels of the Earth, nay
Of the nether kingdoms, pardon the slight
What care have ye wrought, answer this, I pray
Ne'er has thy palm touched whetstone, or mite
Nor in the commons' heart, did passion ignite

Spoken, have ye, of the Clan's treachery
Spiteful venom from thy forked tongue, oh heretic
So I shall, dispel, amend, fight Fate's vagary
And dip my quill, cast words, further this polemic
Allow the audience to mull upon the current quandary
While I attack thy jugular, here is my rhetoric
Ye shall writhe in pain, drown it, go **hic hic**

Did ye not cower, find solace in cocktail
Mix rum, vodka, gin, wine and beer?
Whilst the Queen burn'd at the stake, and terror entail
I mixed the Molotov, ye cringed in fear,
Found solace in spirits, forgot to protect the frail
Alas! Now, with thy falsity, ye sear
Accuse a heart, which is to the Kingdom, dear!

Awkwardsinusoidalfunctions, jewels of God's Eye,
Of brilliance in quality, and rarity of deed
Retribution's the middle name, thy end is nigh
Sir Pretty-V too has conspired to kill the weed
Ye show us blood on the earth, we point to the sky
The azure has deepened, the clouds decree'd,
Stay to spar, or fly on the damnable steed

In cruelty, ye revel, in love, find repair,
Did ye not, misuse, in fallacy, the same Love's name,
With 'wile and trickery', a noble's virtue compare?
I shall confer with Justice; Fie Fie, 'tis a shame
Ye shall be indicted, suffer comeuppance, fair
Mister-s and Miss-es, witness this game,
Arbitrate, punish the wrongdoer, set Evil aflame.

4 Patron Prattle:

At 10/30/2005 1:19 AM, Blogger L . Hyena, The said...

HMMM....very interesting, lemme see if i can better THAT...

L. Hyena
The trenches @ WAR

PS: This is fun!!!

 
At 10/30/2005 5:13 PM, Blogger Cos Θ said...

@l.hyena: Yeah! You bet it is. Will be expecting to have your reply as soon as you're out of your nauseated, hung-over phase. :P

 
At 12/12/2005 3:45 AM, Blogger L . Hyena, The said...

shhhhhhhhheeeeeeeesh...everything i write turns out to resemble a 2nd std hate-girl rhyme!!!

 
At 12/13/2005 4:29 PM, Blogger Cos Θ said...

Err... HAVE you written ANYTHING to come to that verdict?? I'd like to see it. :D
Or maybe we should just let sleeping dogs lie. I LOVE it when I have the last laugh. >:)

 

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