TIG LXIX: Meeting at the House of Usher

[satansaloser2005]

Upon gaining permission from the moddess to post from beyond the grave I bring you this. Also, the original.


Lo! 'Tis an awful Day
Upon the Barrow Downs, you see
A lover pair, Sauce and his dame
As well as werewolves three
The rest of them are trapped, alas
Despite their urgent pleas
While lovers both dark bargains pass
With those who on them feed

The Moddess Ni is stricken dumb
As she hears ordos cry
While Mira is having fun
Mere mod gods they, whose is to sigh
And tally the votes that have come
As all the villagers have to die
Moddesses these must both keep mum
Oh me, oh Ni, oh my!

The ranger drama oh be sure
It shall not be forgot!
When dear Sally tried to come to aid
Of a group that trusted not
Through a lynching that ever sealed her doom
With the werewolves' plot
And then went Lottie (brave Inzil too?)
Yet lovers remain on the top

But there among the ordos' angst
Three fur-clad shapes come in
All ready to devour their flanks
As well as their knees and shins
They laugh, they feast, they kill poor Ner
The one who's not their kin
And Nienna sobs at Brinniel's fur
As well as Roa and Finn

Out! Out are all the votes, cast all!
And Inzildun has he the most
The curtain, the village falls
Though the moddesses have yet to post
While the lovers still refuse to bend
The rest of the village gets hosed
And so the game known as Werewolf ends
With its victors as Fea and Sauce