Sensou Suru Nara Yumi, Yari, Ken da Tatakae
- some things are meant to be read across, some down, and some both.
'Twas brillig, all mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
And the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
poor things, thought they could stop me,
resting by the Tumtum tree
i stumbled sickly from my shackles (of money, honor, and vanity)
drowned and burbling as i whiffled carelessly
engulfing the tulgey wood with every frumious step.
entrails hung from my blood-slathered jaws
notorious for biting, for severing life from the living;
vying for his fallen brother's objects of
youth and glory, but he did not belong, no.
glowering, i snapped his vorpal blade
like a twig before it could go snicker-snack!
under my careful ministrations, i devoured
those eyes and lips and ears and
teeth, gnashing them between my
own and when that was not enough and i
needed more, i went for the rest of the
young, beheaded corpse, thirsty for the fleeting life.
and with eyes of flame i released an abrupt howl
not realizing earlier i had devoured the shattered sword
gulping it down arrogantly with my frabjous joy, ignorant
even to the results. fire raged deep down and i
released a shriek that caused the ground to tremble fearfully
growing impatient, i went galumphing from the wooded monster land
renouncing the mome raths and the slithy toves
eliciting stark cries, and as i heard their voices, ripped
each one apart by the sinews, swallowing them whole;
damned, i cried "My stomach is soaked and churning with greed"
sardonically i collapsed at the edge of the
littered, tulgey wood, flocked with flies, infested with maggots
overcome with fatigue, no matter how i
tried to rise, the weight of my meal (a Mandela in the rotten culture)
hauled me down to waiting for a manxome foe.
It must be the end of the world
'Twas brillig, all mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
And the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.