A somewhat rare piece for Tohya from me, with apologies to
Dylan Thomas.
I swapped the structure of stanzas two and three, bush league in formal poetry, but forgive me.
Do Not Snuff Lightly Out that Gothic SparkDo not snuff lightly out that gothic spark -
Undead are killed by only gold and flame.
Rage, rage against the dying of the dark.
L33t men, who fear only static death-sparks
And shrink not from the challenge of death-games
Do not snuff lightly out that gothic spark.
Though Sony in their code left no mark
For dolls to give a kindly word, still they
Rage, rage against the dying of the dark.
Magic girls, with hands so quick the ninja hark,
And know the fate of one who's much the same
Do not snuff lightly out that gothic spark.
Fanboys, online, who deal out quips that smart,
Whose text could blaze like Athlons when they flame,
Rage, rage against the dying of the dark.
So you, my author, muse with a gold harp,
Write, draw, but look here at this verse, though lame.
Do not snuff lightly out that gothic spark.
Rage, rage against the dying of the dark.
