As for a lover, I’ve chosen other
And broke love’s own decree
But when I pause, there’s still a clause
Rights go to Q.R.V.
edwardgorey
The Little Troll-Man
The little troll-man came last night
To my bedroom door
He said I had invited him,
Like I had done before
With eyes that pierced (an orange-red),
A nose sharp as a knife,
And ears that heard my heart’s own thoughts,
I feared for my life
Then I recalled, I held at whim,
The moon’s own snowy might
And through my palms, I could feel
My guardian of night
I told the little demon-man
He was “not welcome here,”
And showed him by the blinding light
That pierced him through the air
Q.R.V.
When Faith is broken, by Fortune’s token,
Love makes no guarantees.
He walks the line, says it’s all fine,
And swears by Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
One must beware, ’tis contrary air,
The vane spins with uncertainty
In the foreword to Spring, these heavy winds sting,
With the Ides of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
In holding back, he had a knack
And took a tack with me
Oh the allure, of a love saboteur
Sailing straight for Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
At the end of the day, should your whimsy foray
To a place of indignity
You may step in direction of rousing affection
But it’s only Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
When forever amends and promises bend
Principium et finis
We can take what’s been severed and put new parts together
With epoxy Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Pink sky at dawn, we’ve sailed past the calm
There’s been a change of sea
Batten the hatches and lock all the latches
We’re in for Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
If I could, I think I should
Come haunt you in your dreams
A ghastly fright, Melinoe’s delight
To sleep with Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
A finger of this, a dram of that
A splash of jubilee
We’ll inoculate sorrows and curtail tomorrows
When we mix Q.R.V.
malarky musings 