The Warning

The Warning

A Poem by Moose The Lesser
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A fun little apocalypse origin story

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The only vocal messenger
To violent war at hand
Stumbles on the castle keep
and finds a drunken man
Sitting alone at watchman's post
his bottle scarcely hidden
With no spare time the fisherman cries
"Wake up, be fit to listen!
These fish are poisonous, you see?
they'll set the city ablaze!"
The drunken guard attempts to see
enough through booze-filled haze

He understands enough to rise
And go alert the king
Such a thing has not been seen
Since copper bells would ring.
The guard then trips upon the steps
and starts to cough and choke
on the sudden taste of fish on his lips,
And the searing smell of smoke.

© 2021 Moose The Lesser


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Added on November 25, 2021
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Moose The Lesser
Moose The Lesser

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Hi. I am a bad writer. Random ideas often pop into my head, and I would like a place to write them down. If you enjoy them, that makes me incredibly happy. more..

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