Nun In Friar Small-Bro's Grave---Yard Part 1

The midnight clings to dwarfish kings while robot drones, adorning thrones,        kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard. Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box        grace FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. The diplohacks, like melting wax, have swept along the clueless throng,        some dying for a life...guard. And Nun, alone, has beached their bones        in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Beyond the streams, a raven screams at loser fish that swarm and swish;        Nun slowly drains her dreams...jarred. There are no thanks along the banks        near FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. While FRiar smiles and prowls the aisles the hierarch obeys the bark        from maw that oozes pure...lard. There's much ado throughout the zoo        in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. Well, FRiar’s pets are in a sweat; he calls the tunes near burning dunes        and taps his cloven feet...charred. They roast in rooms, their future tombs,        in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. His myrmidons, they drool and fawn reciting verse near FRiar’s hearse,        extolling wild the van...guard. Remote controls abet the trolls        in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. With faces straight, in bent debate, they advertise their empty lies        to every passing re...tard. Grey zombies groom white flies in bloom        in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard. continued in Part 2