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Date Posted: 21:18:38 08/25/02 Sun
Author: Avy
Author Host/IP: 075.mel0306.mel.iprimus.net.au / 203.134.50.75
Subject: a sestina
In reply to: Richard Blake 's message, "A Sonnet" on 05:26:22 08/09/02 Fri

[I appreciate sonnets completey, mainly because i have difficulty writing them. so, instead, i wrote a sestina for my lit. course... sestinas are a lot of fun!]

INDOCTRINATE FICTION. FACT?

It began with an overlord of evil, descending from the moon.
Screaming frantic children, then giggling at their lives.
Illustrated pamphlets, welcoming the Mystifier �
promising a slow death, promising demise.
A painted sky once humid-blue, now jet-black.
Orange eroded vehicles, victims of sci-fi.

On Monday reality came to bare, Live to Air: a defunct sci-fi.
Pernicious machinery smiled downwards from the moon �
the satellite of satellites now contriving with our lives.
Every station glowed forth the face of The Mystifier.
Children�s cup-cake-filled mouths choked on our demise.
Parents yelled �Get back!� while their day-time-world d(y)ed jet-black.

Then there was a Hollywood denial � subconsciousness silently jet-black.
This wicked nonchalance encouraged a popularity in sci-fi
videos, and nobody peered towards the moon,
which had cameras gazing down following the lives
of newly chosen victims of a hungering Mystifier �
who viewed the camera�s visions and dreamed of some Earthly Cattle�s demise.

Now a whistling approach, a gift from the sky, shrieking closer, provoking demise.
Crashing noisily to Earth, a fiery BBQ ball scorching everybody jet-black.
It was no longer the staple routine of a sci-fi
drama, rather, a real life cuisine-creating horror residing on the moon
and some sneaking acid-breathing creatures counting off the Earthling lives,
lining up the over-done dinners for the Mystifier.

As this lunar commander conquered its meal, this �Mystifier�,
as the Earthlings had named, reminisced a homeland�s demise,
a loathing for technological adoration and, so, a jet-black
promise to annihilate anything that idolised sci-fi.
Working towards a mechanical reprise (including the moon)
and a universal return to farmlandish idiosyncratic lives.

�Oh, I�ve heard this pitiful song throughout my collection of lives.
My battle tune is recognised. They will not defy the �Mystifier� �
I rebuke their behaviour and relish their tasty demise.
Now, my filled stomach and empty enemy cause this jet-black
boredom. So, I will procure another sci-fi
proportioned world and cater their carcasses to their functional moon.�

A final muttering by the Mystifier mocked the jet-black silence of the earth:
�� all those sci-fi fuckers, fucking up our lives.�
Then the moon�s flashing, beautiful picture and its buckling demise.

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Replies:

Re: a sestina -- avy, 21:22:33 08/25/02 Sun
Re: a sestina -- Richard Blake, 17:34:20 08/26/02 Mon