The Cloaked Month of Collations
This is something I wrote to help me get over some bad months that happened in my life. It's based on a true story, tell me what you think and you can try and guess what some of it means if you want.
The Cloaked Month of Collations
The Witch it seems, came to me from a midnight dream,
I saw her there, her and me, speaking in an unlikely scene.
At first she was as fine as gold,
hiding her true self for nights untold.
Brewing deceit and pain in a pot,
tell you now I ought not.
Then their was my closest friend,
my kin, brother, and my twin.
Alas you’ll see, the secret my brother hid from me,
At night under the gleaming full moon
A Werewolf he became… until noon.
Curious a new cat I received now too,
became the pet of death and doom.
Day and night it would try, to fling itself off from higher in the sky,
hoping and wishing once, to land to hard… and die.
When the porch was to low,
to the roof it said, that’s where I’ll go!
No more, stop, you may say,
but more horrifying was Him, that came this day.
Beneath the shadow of a lie, lived had He
until one day bitten by the book of G-u-i-l-t-y!
He told the truth of stealing the child’s rose,
How many times? He and only God knows…
She was the object of my affection
and gave me she, hope, of love everlastin’
The Witch gave me her vile which I gladly drank,
not knowing of course, her heart was dank.
Although the poison was deadly and strong,
I fought it off for many days long.
Ashamed he was of his feral state,
night after night he would drink silver carbonate.
To any man or wolf being “were”,
this would leave a furry life, bare.
Sad I was seeing him this way,
but what mortal words to help him could I say?
The cat never could exhaust her nine lives,
though try did she countless times.
Some say it was attention she needed,
but it was all an act she pleaded!
Scene one or scene two I care for neither,
Hope only I, she lands on her mother.
I dare not tell you the color of the rose,
As I hope to forget myself, as time grows.
He’s still him, but tell you never could,
I believe as they say that this man is “good”.
Changed, oh yes, truth does this to a guy,
but his shadow I still see in my eye.
Alas I’m afraid no bright light can shine,
for the shadow to disappear, even time!
The fumes of her charm have vaporized,
I know now that it all was a disguise.
Collations with wolves will always end with a bite.
He still dines with them though, try as I might.
The feline no longer enjoys frightful heights.
glad am I, she finds the rope too tight.
His cloak now hangs on a wall for all to see,
Am I thankful it's removed? This is a great mystery…
Last edited by TheLonelySteef; 03-10-2005 at 03:02 PM..
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Anyway, it was excellent, and so dark.
