#mab
She was a parasite
A pumpkin-head
A fire breathing squall.
When the birds came
She screamed her curse:
I’ll ***** an eyelash
Timelapse
Into the desert blue.
Then so the birds
Flew back to their eerie
To wait another day
In the desert blue without a coo.
And while they’d wait
She’d spill her pumpkin head
All over her cloudy domain.
And the birds cried out
“Mab oh Mab!
End this mortal curse
And stop the Timelapse!”
Parasite Girl
Now Paradise Girl
Blessed of the birds.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC
Hath thou seen Queen Mab to-day?
in that bitter carriage, with her dreams
Forwarding to the cursèd fray
with unhallowed thoughts, or so ’twould seem
And creeping under willow’s bough
’pon rotting leaves and sick’ning scents
Of fretting unborn babes and now
she peddles with a marred intent
With foreign faeries in the leaves
who show broken wares and scattered souls
They hide amongst the dripping reeds
while dying rays reflect on shoals
And here, on the last hour of light
mab cursed the world into the night.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC