Heave ho, heavenly so,
the Disbelievers gather
together at the Manse
upon the hill to celebrate
All Things maudlin, mean,
and mawkish, arriving
in various shades of
darkness;
In Black, in Deep purple,
in Grey, in Scarlet, nor
any tint of daylight hue,
but for here and there
a tasteful gash, slash,
or smudge of Gules.
Ah, that i had only had the
foresight— or more so—
The Fortitude— to sport
my very own Herald—
Bend Sinister—
Bastard of All
Son of None.
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