Cressidence of Insanitous BewilderingsA Poem by El SuplexoIt's wacky! /shrugThe madman's mind is frightning indeed. Tales of hyporian yeans, and their silent rages, roam wild, traveling the Bleed. Innoconrevicably disregarding their cages.
Quicksilvered glyphs take many faces, though most of them are lies. Tithings will work into their good graces, as sure as the farthing flies.
Unfurled upon the last day's dawn, Hephetious ships depart, fueled by lore. Black plokes of ruined days foregone, fill the sky, bepretimuging the fallen shore.
Quick! Unstep for higher times! Twas too late for the Knights of Cyonder. Who's feet worbled as they crossed the lines, and sent their souls into preternal wander.
Into the distance, glendian towers rise, home to the women of Sincuben Wild. Lustlings and faies dance in their eyes, though their words are always mild.
Soft, now, fore Jaberwoks hide in the black. Claws and teeth sharpened for your discombobulord. So oft their heads with a snicker-snack! You can be vorpal with your hand on a sword.
The madman's mind is frightning indeed. Twixt the ether and the never, sanity's beligering hold must concede, and bade us well on our endeavor.
© 2008 El SuplexoAuthor's Note
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Added on June 4, 2008AuthorEl SuplexoSoPas, CAAboutEl Suplexo began his life in a roadside cafe located in Southern Italy. His mother was either a young flower maiden with delusions of omnipotance, or an drunken Irish pit fighter, no one is sure. Hi.. more..Writing
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