The Anguish
- Chan
- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 15, 2020
Back in the 1920s hath Lady Eleanor plod
The wretches of the shade, then unborn
Milking a tot after having just wrought
When His Majesty broke in to abhor,
"Thy inamorato hath undermined my cadet
Thence 'tis only just his heir shall offset!"
Then marred the bairn for measly gratification
At long last croaked the kid to salvation.
The agonized lady wherefore pounced:
"Fie miscreant! Shan't this ever be absolved"
Hither slither'd the freakish phantom
Guzzling the blood of the Duke of Sylum.
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