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Valentines from Villains: The Passionate Reaver to his Meat
Thursday, February 10, 2005

The Reavers want you . . .


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The Passionate Reaver to his Meat

Come die with me and be my meat,/ Of you I’ll make a special treat,/ You’ll struggle, yell, scream, and cry/ As I rip and cut, munch and sigh.

And we will set upon the ship,/ You cattle can’t give us the slip./ Your blood flows like rivers and falls,/ Which sounds, to us, like madrigals.

And I will make of thee beds of skins/ Stuck together with shiny pins./ A cap of scalps, and a kirtle/ Made from your dear cousin, Myrtle.

A coat downed with the finest hair/ I’ll pull and pluck till you’re bare./ Fair lined boots for the Black is cold,/ From the carcasses of your old.

Why do you mew about escape?/ When your sweet flesh longs for rape./ For those who live, the fate is worse/ They will join and bear our curse.

So, cry for mercy all you want,/ Your teary eyes do not me daunt./ We’re here now (your heart skips a beat)/ You will die and be my meat.

Based on Christopher “Mack Daddy” Marlowe’s, The Passionate Shepherd to His Love (1599)

COMMENTS

Thursday, February 10, 2005 9:35 PM

MAI


I have to agree very morbid and creepifying!

Thursday, February 10, 2005 9:44 PM

RAT


Hay, who told you about cousin Myrtle?

Friday, February 11, 2005 2:13 AM

AMDOBELL


Morbidly creepifying but so in tone with all the darkness in which those ruined souls revel. Excellent work, Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Friday, February 11, 2005 6:02 AM

KAYSKY


Creepy...but I liked it!

Friday, February 11, 2005 7:09 AM

OLDFAN45


You touch your mama with those fingers type that stuff? Eeeewww.

Seriously, you've got something really, really good going on here.

Sunday, February 13, 2005 4:40 AM

MAR


Spooky, yes... yet funny in a way.
I had this mental image of Reavers boarding a ship and singiing the song in a chorus.

Saturday, March 5, 2005 12:15 AM

KISPEXI2


Oh that was great! Very Whedonesque - gruesome and funny at the same time. Nice.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005 9:25 AM

BELLONA


um, ok...


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