"Gaunt in gloom The pale stars their torches Enshrouded wave. Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume Arches on soaring arches, Night's sindark nave."
In Tenebris did Genghis Khan Indulge his pleasure, third degree Where if the knackered ever ran They did regret as regret can Down to the Sun's page three... So twice five files of fertile spam Which takes me hours to condemn.
The Joyce I recognise (who else could think of sindark naves?) The other might usefully have been curtailed by a man from Porlock. But it's good to know that darkness inspires poetry of one sort or another.
"Gaunt in gloom
ReplyDeleteThe pale stars their torches
Enshrouded wave.
Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume
Arches on soaring arches,
Night's sindark nave."
In Tenebris did Genghis Khan
ReplyDeleteIndulge his pleasure, third degree
Where if the knackered ever ran
They did regret as regret can
Down to the Sun's page three...
So twice five files of fertile spam
Which takes me hours to condemn.
(I don't know why it just came to me like that.)
The Joyce I recognise (who else could think of sindark naves?) The other might usefully have been curtailed by a man from Porlock. But it's good to know that darkness inspires poetry of one sort or another.
ReplyDeleteHah. Still resistant to humbling. I suppose thinking that you couldn't recognise Joyce was a bit naive.
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