This poem was inspired and sponsored by aldersprig. It's a creepy little piece about how magical creatures can adapt to modern contexts.
-- a triolet
Suburbia is pretty on the surface of its streets
But still it has its bogeymen, their magic new and strange ...
And evil lies in waiting, with a bag of poisoned sweets.
Suburbia is pretty on the surface of its streets
It fools unwary visitors who taste its tempting treats.
The bogeymen are pushers now, but their goals never change
Suburbia is pretty on the surface of its streets
But still it has its bogeymen, their magic new and strange.
More triolet-y goodness!
January 5 2011, 00:42:11 UTC 10 years ago
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I like the bogeymen-to-pushers analogy, and now I'm picturing dealers with orc tusks lurking in housing tracts...
...
ever wonder about those dead-end driveways in housing tracts that never seem to get finished?
January 5 2011, 03:10:34 UTC 10 years ago
Yes...
January 5 2011, 03:23:32 UTC 10 years ago
Re: Yes...
January 5 2011, 04:26:26 UTC 10 years ago
So true!
Yes...
January 9 2011, 07:31:11 UTC 10 years ago
January 5 2011, 05:53:13 UTC 10 years ago
0_o
January 5 2011, 05:56:44 UTC 10 years ago
Re: 0_o
January 5 2011, 05:57:46 UTC 10 years ago
Re: 0_o
January 5 2011, 06:07:51 UTC 10 years ago
Re: 0_o
January 5 2011, 06:09:38 UTC 10 years ago
Reminds me of a "creepypasta" story: When my friend was about 4, she heard her mother's voice calling to her from the kitchen. she was making her way down the hall that leads to the kitchen, when someone pulled her into the closet, covering her mouth so she wouldn't make any sounds. it was her mom, whispering "Honey, stay in here with me. I heard it, too." http://kc-anathema.livejournal.com/2662675.html
Re: 0_o
January 6 2011, 07:33:33 UTC 10 years ago