The Deep Darkies, by Toot D'baen...

I have the deep darkies, deeply disturbing,
Yet something that lingers is surely emerging,
A feeling so so sinful, so hateful, innate,
That bloodlust doeth conquer and iterate,

I have the deep darkies, wholly unnerving,
And of this sure torture i'm probably deserving,
for I have embraced it instead of ponder,
of anything lifelike that would lie yonder,

I have the deep darkies and from it I learn,
That all is a void and within it we churn,
Like butter all milky and silky and smooth
There will always be comfort within the truth...







Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 19th of Niuran, in the year 457 MA.