The Burtle Beast of Evermore
Like so many times before,
In the village here,
In Evermore,
The burtle beast,
Would start his feast,
In the blackness of the night.
The first to go was Timid Jimmy.
The ground shook,
And then redound.
We could hear the burtle beast,
Coming up from underground!
The monks prayed,
And started chanting,
But the beast was guided by their ranting.
The holy men were like a beacon,
In the night!
Then there came a thump!
And a great, earthshaking flump!
As the beast burst out of hell,
From far below!
One hundred full feet long,
Or maybe more.
A black, unholy thing,
That that killed for sport,
And loved the gore.
With yellow eyes,
And mottled skin.
A serpent's tongue,
In search of sin.
It would feed upon our fears,
And failing faith.
Then the burtle beast of Evermore,
Used its teeth,
Just like a fleam!
And consumed the screaming monks,
Each,
One by one.
Father 'Blessed Are the Faithful',
Watched in horror at the sight,
And his eyes welled up with holy tears.
But nothing could protect him,
From the monster’s malefic feeding.
The burtle beast fast devoured the saintly peer!
Then the snake heaved up a sound,
And one hundred souls were drowned.
The carnage rocked our tiny village,
By the sea.
But just as the terror came,
It disappeared again,
Leaving us to tremble,
In the dark.
Dear God, what have we done,
That You would see us shunned?
What must we do,
To gain Your trust,
And save our souls?
And we wait daily for a sign,
Praying for that time,
But like tomorrow,
The answer never comes!
2016 – murphy
Like so many times before,
In the village here,
In Evermore,
The burtle beast,
Would start his feast,
In the blackness of the night.
The first to go was Timid Jimmy.
The ground shook,
And then redound.
We could hear the burtle beast,
Coming up from underground!
The monks prayed,
And started chanting,
But the beast was guided by their ranting.
The holy men were like a beacon,
In the night!
Then there came a thump!
And a great, earthshaking flump!
As the beast burst out of hell,
From far below!
One hundred full feet long,
Or maybe more.
A black, unholy thing,
That that killed for sport,
And loved the gore.
With yellow eyes,
And mottled skin.
A serpent's tongue,
In search of sin.
It would feed upon our fears,
And failing faith.
Then the burtle beast of Evermore,
Used its teeth,
Just like a fleam!
And consumed the screaming monks,
Each,
One by one.
Father 'Blessed Are the Faithful',
Watched in horror at the sight,
And his eyes welled up with holy tears.
But nothing could protect him,
From the monster’s malefic feeding.
The burtle beast fast devoured the saintly peer!
Then the snake heaved up a sound,
And one hundred souls were drowned.
The carnage rocked our tiny village,
By the sea.
But just as the terror came,
It disappeared again,
Leaving us to tremble,
In the dark.
Dear God, what have we done,
That You would see us shunned?
What must we do,
To gain Your trust,
And save our souls?
And we wait daily for a sign,
Praying for that time,
But like tomorrow,
The answer never comes!
2016 – murphy
