The moon is a guillotine
that severs stars from the sky.
Time stumbles along dragging an axe
to the end of days.
The black forest of love
is a moaning choir ruing
the rot of ruination.
This is not a most solemn hour.
This is the hour to cower and run.
The whores of the temple have turned
on their master.
To avert disaster
the master has packed up his gold
and chartered a ship. He is doubly
determined to give
those vengeful whores the slip.
However the night seethes
Gleaming green trails of neon
mark the passing of whores on broomsticks.
A pole dancing whore flies
the red lust of doom
sparks from her crazed eyes.
She espies the ship at its slip and dips
to loose a bolt torn from the rage of her ire.
It is pure neon green fire
and it burns.
Like the molten core
of a ripped off whore
But the master is keen to avert total disaster.
Therefore he gives voice to a plea.
Do not tell your vengeful sisters
instead come flee with me
and half of mine is yours.
I have a hold
stuffed with gold,
we could be
Avarice is a wicked thing,
a thing of which
any whore might dream.
Therefore this whore
gave thought to the masters scheme.
She calculated the split,
got on the ship,
and joined the master,
giving her ripped off sisters in sin
Oh this is sooooo good. I actually turned off the television to go back and start on it again. Not only colorful it is also funny. Dare I say some speck of genius was parlayed into it? I read this before and liked it but I had already faved you so much by then I already felt like a stalker. Times up.
One thought was that I'd have said "that severs stars" since it can't be everywhere at once and the resulting swath of those missing would contrast against those remaining (an image thing).
Speaking of images, the "Time stumbles along dragging an axe to the end of days." is priceless. I've got to get me a bigger ax! But I can almost sense that the weary old gentleman must be getting like the camel that smells the water from over the next dune, tired yet eager to drink it all in and finally rest.
Currently having a dry spell? Just over the dune buddy, just over the dune and it's all yours!