'TIS THE WINTER HORIDAYS AT RAST!... I sorry; I'm sorry! It's just that I saw Kiku talking like this in this one really funny crack-art and I wanted to see what I'd sound like. While it's snowing somewhere up north, here in Surabaya it is raining cats n' dogs and we like that.
Plumage Dark and Sleek
Of the devil's cove and his servicemen.
One pleasant vernal noon,
When even trees are still,
A little bird came to a rest
Upon my windowsill.
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A darling little bird indeed
With plumage dark and sleek,
With eyes that glowed like rubies
And a curved and gilded beak.
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I said, "good day oh little one."
She said, "how do you do?
Of what have you to contemplate
To make you seem so blue?"
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"But I am anything but blue
Oh darling little bird",
I said it in a voice so soft
That she hath only heard.
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The darling bird, she scratched a wing
And crowed, "why are you so?
Come lisp it to my ears, Kiku,
I really want to know!"
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"Because', I sighed in wistful glee,
"I'm waiting for my love;
For he hath run to fight a war
Against the devil's cove.
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"His hair of softest ebony;
His heart of gold and roe.
His shoulders broad and warm—oh dear!
I really miss him so.
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"One day he shall return to me
So we may love again.
But until then, content, I'll wait
Through hell, through mire detained!"
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The little bird, she cocked her head
And murmured, "ah, I see.
You're waiting for your love who's fighting
His own misery."
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"Oh dear, oh no my little one,
He's not just my love's brawl.
He's his; he's mine; he's yours as well,
A nemesis to all!
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"His halo dark as thunderstorms;
His heart is cold and cruel.
He rapes and pillage; plunder ; waste;
Grim ransom is his fuel.
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"My dear love stands against it all;
One in a thousand friend.
And standing tall, he shall remain
'Till we can love again."
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"The devil's cove is all that bad,
As you have made it so?"
"It's true, my darling little bird,
I'm glad that you now know."
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"Then why is it, my Kiku dear,
That you're not in that war?"
The bird quipped with a husky drawl,
As if it were dark lore.
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My cheeks turned pale as virgin snow,
And in a lisp of dread,
I whispered, "but I shan't, dear one,
Or you can have my head.
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"I've wandered into battlefields
Once in my younger days,
And when I did, the devil's cove,
He branded me his ways.
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"I raped and pillaged; plundered; wasted;
Acted like a fool.
A slave to vile damnation;
His empty-headed mule.
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"And I shall be that man, no more,
As long as I seep blood!
And walking into war again
Will trap me in his mud.
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"For know of this, I now still bear
The devil's wretched mark.
He'll take me back with ease, just as
A wriggle to the lark.
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"So here I shall remain well-hid,
So all shall be at gain.
My lover will fight for our names
'Till we can love again."
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I finished with a pleasant smile,
Expecting her appraisals.
But she, the little bird so black,
Just pelted me with daggers.
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And puffing up her plumage dark
And sleek she crowed with ire:
"You foolish boy! You mortal hick
Consumed by crude desire!
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"Can you not see what's happening
Or are you truly blind?
Your love shall not come home to you,
And love you'll never find!
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"They're plotting war against a dame
They deem is weak; is pure; is lame!
And when the time arrives to strike,
By moonlight, he shall die from pike.
And when the pike did pierce his skin,
He'll realize he'll never win!
And when those words is fading song…
You'll see I was right all along.
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"So polish her, that rusty sword
You keep beside the lyre,
And prove to them true mutiny;
A dame's incessant FIRE!"
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And I fell quiet listening
To what is now familiar.
An echo from a tattered past
Of blood and gore…
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Peculiar.
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"So what you say is that I'll fall
If I do not succumb,
Myself to warring once again
And all that is to come?"
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"Then in that case the sword I'll draw
From her place by the lyre.
And spill the blood of servicemen
I shall with crimson fire."
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"And now you know whom to kill first,
To slit his throat and quench your thirst!
To carve a new scar down his back!
And to his love, you'll hack, hack, HACK!"
The little bird she crowed with glee
As this she chanted on to me.
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But she should know that I am now
A stronger Maiden Blue.
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"I'll gladly slit a throat or two,
But first I'd like to slaughter YOU."
Inspired by the idiom "a little bird told me".
It just comes to show that you can't trust everything every little bird tells you, yes? Especially if that bird is propaganda; especially if those words are propaganda. You have no idea how many times something as stupid as words had caused something half-or-over the size of a world war to blow up.
By the way, I realized I'm using the words "vernal" and "aestival" very often nowadays. When's "autumnal" and "hibernal" every going to pop up, huh?
-Plumeria-hi