
A pastiche of Poe's 'The Raven'. This was written in support of a roleplaying game. The narrator is a centaur, whose door is covetted by zinc-obsessed lemurs. You kind of had to be there :)
Category Poetry / Miscellaneous
Species Mammal (Other)
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There must be ways to pen a tale in rhyme
That spread no blot upon the Greats of time,
That cast no curse upon the words of old,
That never reek of whimsy's graveyard mould.
If we follow those who wrote before,
Let us vow a conscientious chore,
And like a surgeon, scrubbed from hand to arm,
Let us promise: "We shall do no harm."
Mark
That spread no blot upon the Greats of time,
That cast no curse upon the words of old,
That never reek of whimsy's graveyard mould.
If we follow those who wrote before,
Let us vow a conscientious chore,
And like a surgeon, scrubbed from hand to arm,
Let us promise: "We shall do no harm."
Mark
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