Vogon Poetry Corner
Created | Updated Apr 30, 2003
This week we feature two more masterpieces from Stealth Kam.
Onist
On
On and on
On, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on
On, on and on and on, on and on and on, on and on
And Vogon
Thus goes the Vogon Poets verse
Till the poet goes the Lone Valley
Always refusing to rhyme with hearse
The Pen
Ink drips onto the page
Telling my story
Telling my tale
Letting the storm blow
Fears reflected in Obsidian mirrors
Time for the blood to flow
Thoughts running mad and free in the gale
Black ink and red blood
Mixing with salty tears
Needle and Lightening Veins
My nibs impression on the page
Shines and glint like the flashing blade
Pain
Knife
Pen
Cut deep on the page
