What do I fear?
I’ve seen the frumious bandersnatch
And used it in a Gig!
(The claws that catch are in its way,
Its feet are far too big.)
I’ve seen the giant of Drannicore,
That drank the Priasan Sea,
They say it still has nightmares,
If it hears a tale of me.
I've heard the dragons harmonize
with notes both loud and long,
and tuned the music of the spheres
to make a sweeter song!
........................
But …
There's a demon that I dread,
a sneaking, stealthy thief,
Who robs us all, and robs again
and never hears the grief.
The other demons dread it too
It's crueler - oh by far,
It steals the gifts that life can bring
and dims the brightest star.
I'd swear that It's a savage brute
It steals a dancer's grace,
Or laughter's joy, or wisdom's mind,
It claws at beauty's face.
It brushes children at their play
And bars the nursery stair,
It whispers those we love away
And leaves a stranger there.
It stills the singer’s finest note,
Taxes each straining breath,
And in the end all pass It’s realm
And all will dance with Death.
Yes, there’s a demon that I fear,
No friend of yours or mine,
It passes, touching, taking all
That prowling sneak-thief, Time.
Muse; “Sweet” the singing demon
Fandom, BTVS
Words; 212
I’ve seen the frumious bandersnatch
And used it in a Gig!
(The claws that catch are in its way,
Its feet are far too big.)
I’ve seen the giant of Drannicore,
That drank the Priasan Sea,
They say it still has nightmares,
If it hears a tale of me.
I've heard the dragons harmonize
with notes both loud and long,
and tuned the music of the spheres
to make a sweeter song!
........................
But …
There's a demon that I dread,
a sneaking, stealthy thief,
Who robs us all, and robs again
and never hears the grief.
The other demons dread it too
It's crueler - oh by far,
It steals the gifts that life can bring
and dims the brightest star.
I'd swear that It's a savage brute
It steals a dancer's grace,
Or laughter's joy, or wisdom's mind,
It claws at beauty's face.
It brushes children at their play
And bars the nursery stair,
It whispers those we love away
And leaves a stranger there.
It stills the singer’s finest note,
Taxes each straining breath,
And in the end all pass It’s realm
And all will dance with Death.
Yes, there’s a demon that I fear,
No friend of yours or mine,
It passes, touching, taking all
That prowling sneak-thief, Time.
Muse; “Sweet” the singing demon
Fandom, BTVS
Words; 212