Friday, October 21, 2016

Serving Susah as Something New

When Edgar's quill scratched the parchment lit by a candle on the floor, did the etchings softly whisper subtle clues to Nevermore?

When Clive's keys punch against the platen firm, denting paper white, did the ribbon twist then bind, musing Screwtape to his mind?

When armed with computer such as I, to join Alan or Staples, dare I try?

Dragons and Susah, shall they show to be as tasty as wardrobe or crow?

Take a bite, and then you'll know.