Flammeus Gladius

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De Lazaro Parabolico

De Lazaro Parabolico

Across the Great Abyss you view your foes.
In life, you always knew this day would come.
I’m preaching justice here. How wearisome
My mortal voice must sound, its highs and lows
So distant from the aural wine that flows
Where you reside! Indeed, I would be dumb
And keep my words from adding to the sum
Of human chattiness: this goodness knows.
But, oh, I need to comment on your joy
In lines that number twice the holy seven
Even if klutzy errors do annoy
The well-tuned ears of those who know the Leaven
Of Paradise! I’m glad for you, dear boy:
The best revenge is looking down from Heaven.

–Tom Riley

Hit Play

Hit Play

Vengeance, sadly, I failed to enact.
Oh, sufficient zeal, clearly, I lacked!
Conscience ceaselessly gnaws.
Now I hit play, not pause,
For there’s still enough time. That’s a fact!

–Tom Riley

Off the List

Off the List

 

I shall be careful what I eat and drink.
That doesn’t mean your blood is off the list.
Into my insecurity I sink.
I shall be careful what I eat and drink.
At slight or vague misgivings I won’t wink.
On standards I’ll ferociously insist.
I shall be careful what I eat and drink.
That doesn’t mean your blood is off the list.

 

–Tom Riley

 

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Better Drink

A Better Drink

 

Revenge, lad, is a better drink than beer—
But risky, since it’s more intoxicating.
I express a conviction that’s sincere:
Revenge, lad, is a better drink than beer,
Richer and, in its own way, more sincere.
Is it the obvious that I am stating?
Revenge, sir, is a better drink than beer—
But risky, since it’s more intoxicating.

 

–Tom Riley

 

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Humble Request

Humble Request

 

“The bitter sting of remorse will not cease to rankle in my wounds until death shall close them forever.”

 

Like Adam, I requested just one mate.
Frankenstein found that one request excessive.
His attitude was heartless and aggressive
At last. He started, labored to dilate,
Then cut the project off, inspired by hate.
Only of one small dream was I possessive.
My vengeance, I then swore, would be impressive.
Oh, he had opted for a dismal fate!
Creators have to answer, I maintain,
For what they have created. Mortified
By life infused in body and in brain
Fresh from his hands, he waited – then he cried.
I gave him boundless spiritual pain.
Did I regret my deeds? Ha! Walton lied!

 

–Tom Riley

 

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Hearty Stuff

Hearty Stuff

(for Andrew Cooper)

I heard a hearty voice proclaim
this clear and cordial tale.
It’s not too wild nor yet too tame.
Its force should never fail.

“You said that I had won your heart.
I foolishly believed.
But soon you said we had to part–
and I was sore aggrieved.

“You left me for another guy–
who had a lot of money.
No doubt you heard my psychic cry.
No doubt you found it funny.

“Tonight that guy is in the ground.
No chance his wealth increases.
No chance that he will all be found.
He’s in too many pieces.

“I hold your heart again with pride.
I think your heart is swell.
I keep it in formaldehyde.
It’s holding up real well.”

That is the tale that I heard told.
I pass it on to you.
Oh, toast it now as solid gold–
and quaff a hearty brew!

–Tom Riley

Path to Vengeance

The Path to Vengeance

(For Edmark M. Law: A Sonnet Containing Only One Syllable per Line)

Foes
Throw
Low
Blows.
Throes?
Oh!
“No”
Grows
Dime
Thin.
Crime?
Sin?
I’m
In!

–Tom Riley


(Claudius at prayer.)

Undying Enmity

Undying Enmity

 

All your enemies seek to pretend
That their actions weren’t meant to offend,
Let alone to attack.
Let your anger go slack?
You should not. Instead, let the lies end!

 

—Tom Riley

Angry

Angry

 

 

Sometimes, guy, though you wish to spew spittle,
You must rein in your anger a little.
Though you want vengeance bad,
though you’re boundlessly mad,
God does not care one jot or one tittle.

 

 

–Tom Riley

W.W.V.I.D.

W.W.V.I.D.

 

 

Old acquaintance, how startling: it’s you!
And you have the same woman’s hips, too,
you effeminate swine!
Resolution is mine.
What would Vlad the Impaler, sir, do?

 

 

–Tom Riley