Dr. Ichabod Hate University

hat winter wonder I've weathered my bones to be betrothed such opportunity of a union with a sallow snow maiden. How hollowed eyes as deep as fallowfields rushed forth by fallow deer destruct of cotton-picked woes; sore hands and skins slip-sliced from the ever vast victuals. Oh, night of verdant sky and gravel grass, what wisdom lurks in the quick-laced tongues of flickering foxes and those-of-blood lips? Perhaps a well of knowledge, perhaps the sting of sharpened ivory, faux, for, from the bite of stricken steel.

A flock of ravens met with wolves. A chittering chatter smattered with the lull of ululations-- arguments and exiles amongst the undertow, how deadly deadly an undertow, of affections and praise, understanding, endearment. For monsters begat such slimy grasps and rebar appendages. The nature naught odious, but mournful as mother moon's watchful gaze shone showers the shine of menstrual mistress mars. Conjunctivitae; and how scarlet a lash does bat at that aptly auspicious sight.

To her and I, breaths the stems of strawberries. Spindly spires spoke of the suns black and gold betwixt ashen sage smudged walls and windows. Our voices were their own, and how reverberate tales of better and worse wandered amongst our eager expressions. As such, those sweetened exhalations will swim about my soul from hence.

Oh, such vexing victrixes. Winter's skeletal grasps will soon rasp at the panes to our innermost warmths.

We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumin’d Lantern held
In Midnight by the Master of the Show;