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Written By: George Lewis Avery

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there whar no warmth in all the wurld
on the night o the divil s ride
an arctic breath it blowed that night
keeping pace at the divil s side
clippety clop sang anvile d hooves
shaving ice off the baldwood floor
while stinging limbs went snipper snap
gains t the cloak that the spectre wore

thar whar no mirth in all the wurld
saving that of a toothless crone
who laughed so hard she cracked her face
when the jaw unhinged from the bone
clickety clack rang anvile d hooves
trav ling fast down the baldwood lane
while bitter winds went swisher swash
past the crest of its fleeting mane

the hoarfrost pinched the divils ear
till he captured a wafting sound
a song so sweet yet pining sad
that he reigned in his horse spellbound
the night whar pale as you must know
and pallid was the divil s skin
coursed by many a sin parched vein
o ercast wit a vigilant yen

the song fell from a tall tower
of rounded wall no door nor stair
with one lofty window only
but t was a furlong in the air
it was there Rapunzel warbled
sweet songs to while away the hour
by letting her delightful voice
rain down on the woodland bower

the divil - he pushed back his cowl
what had obscured a bastards guile
a wraithlike face an undead soul
and if ever - a daemon smile
for the divil in his sinlust
thirsted most for innocent gore
while high above the siren s song
excited him so much the more



there lies no danger in frostbite
when appendages cannot freeze
up and up [the divil] he climbed
clinging with unnatural ease
wit his garments flapping wildly
like the wings of a frenzied bat
sporting wit the unruly winds
what wailed on the walls like a cat

soon fangs dipped into yielding flesh
drank deep from its artesian store
vibrant blood employed idle veins
as the dead came to life once more

and with it a passion surely
as the divil s manhood swelled
drawing the faint maiden to him
she complied as a one compelled

a vampire lusts on borrowed tyme
for brief is the serums loiter
and that is why in this affair
he s more hurried than he d oighter
when fevered lips meet fevered lips
and lust vies with lust for measures
Rapunzel proves no demure maid
as she gropes around for treasures

the divil felt an aching throb
where his passioned heart now panted
what made him scoff to ascertain
that magic held him enchanted
but twas no spell what struck the blow
what enslaved this man to oman
but Rapunzel who with her nails
ripped out his most vital organ

he stumbled back with eyes agog
much too late for dire misgivings
one cannot kill an undead thing
but one can too slay the living
in death he joined a rotting heap
of suitors who died mouths gaping
and as he fell amidst their bones
the divil joined in their laughing



there whar no warmth in all the wurld
on the night o the divil s ride
an arctic breath it blowed that night
keeping pace at the divil s side
clippety clop sang anvile d hooves
shaving ice off the baldwood floor
while stinging limbs went snipper snap
gains t the cloak that the spectre wore

thar whar no mirth in all the wurld
saving that of a toothless crone
who laughed so hard she cracked her face
when the jaw unhinged from the bone
clickety clack rang anvile d hooves
trav ling fast down the baldwood lane
while bitter winds went swisher swash
past the crest of its fleeting mane

the hoarfrost pinched the divils ear
till he captured a wafting sound
a song so sweet yet pining sad
that he reigned in his horse spellbound
the night whar pale as you must know
and pallid was the divil s skin
coursed by many a sin parched vein
o ercast wit a vigilant yen

so fence ye east or fence ye west
be wary of her yer coveting
if its unreal what ye adore
its yer heart what she ll be eating
but should ye list the siren s song
and are drawn to her lofty lair
[young man] spur your horse fast away
before she can let down her hair



~Troll

© Disclaimer: I am not a real Troll, I only play one in the dark.
~.oegyreva

.oeg © 10/10/2006

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