From Raqueza: BREAKING NEWS: BUSH DECLARES WAR ON YANKEES AFTER PITCHER CRASHES SMALL PLANE INTO BUILDING! Or, something like that. Rhapsodia's back, and, oh, back it is. Forget Thanksgiving, Halloween and Christmas are where it's at. E-Mail me poems, and they can appear in an upcoming chapter of Rhapsodia! Just keep the rating below M, please. (NOTICE: I HATE FREE-FORM CRAP THAT DOESN'T RHYME, SO DON'T SEND IT IN. ANY POEMS YOU SEND IN ARE SUCCEPTIBLE TO EDITING, UNLESS YOU MAKIE THEM ABSOLUTELY PERFECT.)
Merry Christmas-by Me
A life in vain;
eternal shame,
The love is lost,
gone in the frost...
It is Christmas again,
I close with amen,
to my life to an end...
the damage can not mend.
And so it is goodbye and farewell,
Gaz, Zim, even Gir...I wish you well.
I'm off to the dark:
a journey to embark.
So Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year,
worry not for me-don't shed a tear.
I may be back; I may not:
It'd be best if you all just forgot.
Hallow's Thirteenth-By Me
I walk through the fields, just for a walk
as I wait and wait for the dreadful knock:
they are coming, coming, the Revolt is near...
blood, death, and the essence of fear.
Even those such as Zim will cower in fright,
once the time comes for that dreadful night:
Life and love will come to an end,
and to Hell we must all descend.
October is the month where death comes on wings:
dotting the skies with their blackness in rings,
We all must accept, we can't do much,
except ease our pains: suicide as such.