Ode be to The Beast
I knowest there'd be rime aplenty,
forthwith I see frozed sea of many
unlearned sorts who'd unread apiece
of Dante's acclaimed centerpiece
for had they'd all, with certainty ... read,
be fire and brimstone, nay hoarfrost instead.
I cometh ere thee, by the powers that be,
for one lost soul, numbered among thy frozed sea,
oh there'd be rhymes, and yes there'd be reasons
much too many, for alone, will tax the seasons,
but you see ... there's been a request ... a simple plea,
and as you've deduced by my presence, all three agreed,
so let's be quick about it, and let's naught dawdle
let's naught keep 'um-waitin', lest your place be a puddle,
say what? what? say it again, what did you say my dear old friend?
you wish naught to partake and attend, you wish to retire and put to an end,
all of that, say you, discern no ... perceive yon thoughts fear now,
oh my, it'll be an inferno, all melts and they'll burn, like you ... it will be ... eternal.
why waste time for it'll be well spent, and prompts said post ere be no dent,
the course was made as they were meant, I fear the change from their intents,
will only conspire, brimstone and fire,
and that will align his true desire, bring back the pit of Hell that inspires,
and lead us naught in league with temptation, woe afeared befallen depths of damnation,
if a rose blossomed where had been a carnation, would a bee sting upon said skin turn shiny be seen as an attraction?
OH woe Ismay, Titanic, it be ... OH, hello you three ...
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