The Onyx Trinity

[Zarsies 6795]

By circulation of an odd crow, jet as ink and clouded in dusk, there spreads a composition of eerie origins. The poem spreads like fresh gossip, fetor to the flies. The bird roams the lands of The Fringe, dropping copies here and there amongst those inhabiting its provinces. A fairy tale or fable to ward children from the night and obey their guardians, the ravings and babbling of the moonstruck, or a foreboding warning to the mortals of these mythical beings... there lies no known truth. But none the less, it effectuates the spider-leg tingles of peril.

 

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The Onyx Trinity

 

A black malady of putrid rot,

they weave the night and leave it not;

arenaceous and sewn in the darkest pitch,

their afflictions as painful as a father’s switch;

a vicious trinity of insidious creaks,

cursing those ill-fated who catch their mystiques.

 

First, an alabastrine, ivory mime,

wordless and aphasic, lacking a single chime;

in dust, striving for all to be flawless,

reaping the Life Force of the rabble in solace;

Jynx perfects with lead of his violet stare,

damning the living with callous judgment, heaving despair.

 

Second comes waltzing the frenzied cavalier,

to no clemency and mercy does he adhere;

adorning his pumpkin, an incised orange gourd,

searching for savory flesh unexplored;

in malodor stalks Knox, the carnivorous gentleman,

gnashing his maw while impelling adrenaline.

 

In last does the Demon Child slither,

a hellion to usher calamity and discord hither;

conjuring eldritch horrors from the Abyss,

purging the realm’s tranquility in catharsis;

in attendance Sprat broods, harboring the Doomed,

summoning gloom with those exhumed.

 

Emaciated and grim, the occult three raze,

they bear the footfalls of death and malaise;

vexed to blight and muzzle the scorn,

to truly none do they mourn;

for the haunting Onyx Trinity is nigh,

and when veiled in their presence, even death may die.

 

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[jamesb 218]

Sam Hawkins keeps his eye out for the first sign, "an alabastrine, ivory mime,

[Smithers 388]

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[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.