Improv...

I wrote this in about 20 minutes...It was inspired by Nicole. I walked into my room and said to her (with an unsettled tone) "something is a-foot my dear, something is a-foot my dear." I repeated this, never the same way twice. She then begged me to stop the madness and so I did. I think this little work is best when read with that voice...it is the voice with which I read T.S. Eliot. Enjoy...or don't.
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Something is a-foot my dear, something is a-foot my dear...
the gamboling shades dote upon the shrub, while Luna
makes her way no further than above heaven's leaves,

O, Something is a-foot my dear, something is a-foot my dear...
see them romp and find a solemn tune, while heroes
fall and ladies over worn take to swoon in the muddy mire,
see them behave in a way most dire and daring to dare my dear.
drinking deep of the darkest fire.

Something is a-foot my dear, yes, something is a-foot my dear...
see the sights transpire till all confound the truest Fire
and make their homes within the ground and leave to lies
the midnight hour haunts and surprise suffuses like dread
in the sweetest sounding abuses, and muffle cries in mire,
drinking deep of the darkest fire.

Something is a-foot my dear, something is a-foot my dear!
They wake and wring desire till all turn to the darkest fire--
see how low the shades aspire when hope is/has but to suspire
in delusion's mirror and the fairest face they see is near and there--
when they drink deep of the darkest fire.

A last thought 'fore parting, my last Thought's to do:
They shut themselves in darkness,
in darkness, not the light.
He shuts them up in darkness,
in darkness in the light.
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(If you would like me to read this too you sometime with the strange, disturbing voice it would be my pleasure.)