Friday, June 28, 2013

transmogrification of the narwal

"with martial tones of red and blue,
the narwal's form was blown
upon the shore, a ghastly hue,
and with a caterwaul lay prone.

quoth he 'the sea recedes apace;
the sands are rough and loose;
a tide i never shall outrace,
or even bring to truce.

if only hoof and heel i bore
and great white flowing mane,
my golden horn afore,
a rainbow for a train.

then i should glide across the earth,
the winds upon my face,
my fishy form given new birth
to a steed of magical grace.' "

 - Sir Martin Caterwaul III, from "Song of the Ancient Narwal, Part XXIII"

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