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The satyrs from the ether

January 2, 2020
By capnbillyswhizbang GOLD, Austin, Texas
capnbillyswhizbang GOLD, Austin, Texas
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The wise man seeks answers at the bottom of a bottle. It is by the depth and contents of the bottle that you can tell the depth and contents of the man. And I'm not just talking alcohol. Could be all kinds of bottles. Pills, colas, etc. All kinds.


If head to meadows, you do, to play

You’d better be big of size

If heading to meadows, now, today

You’d better perk up your eyes


Vigilant ears, pick up their cha-chas

Vigilant ears, hear their tramping because

Today’s the day the satyrs spill from the ether


Jolly, cavorting, goat-like men

Keep your children safe from them

Keep all of the kids inside today

Instead of out there on their own

Oh, ask not what would happen next to them


If you spot them, have your guns about

For help please do not shout,

We’re too scared to offer aid

Six-fifteen, the lights go out

People left out when the lights go out

are found in the morning flayed


The satyrs are come to do their work

The devil’s work, today

They’re here to stamp their wicked feet

And with your children play


From past the trees, and quick as a breeze

They’re here for your girls and boys to seize

For now the satyrs have spilled from the ether


Jolly, cavorting, goat-like men

Keep your children safe from them

Keep all of the kids inside today

Instead of out there on their own

Oh, ask not what would happen next to them


If you spot them, have your guns about

For help please do not shout,

We’re too scared to offer aid

Six-fifteen, the lights go out

People left out when the lights go out

are found in the morning flayed

 

Laughter and tears, and earthly fears

Are embodied as they come

And you’ll be outlived by a hundred years

by their three-quarter-human young


Fighting the urge to stray

All around, your wife hears them play

The monsters under this very bed beneath her


It occurs to you that you’ve had enough

Of their strange and evil ways

They must be shooed, you cannot rest

If even one of them stays


Creeping about, to catch you unawares

Robbing your house, to steal your underwears

These creepy freaking rejects from the ether


You head to the meadows again, today

Fearing for your life

You head into the green to pray

For a relief from your strife


You don’t want to live this way

To your old, green gods you pray

To shove the satyrs back into the ether!


About their home, they sought to find

A gate, portal, or door of some kind 

a means to travel back to here

Incantations to corporealize

interdimensional cracks behind which they peer


And now of course, found one they did

All about in each corner they're hid

They want to steal your kid

Six-fifteen, the lights go out

People left out when the lights go out

are found in the morning flayed

They’re found in the morning flayed


The author's comments:

To the tune of "The Teddy Bear's picnic"


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