Hah, finally found enough bits to reconstruct the lost poem, Taken months. Hope you like it.
"The Greyman"
A Parody of "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe
Once when I was feeling teary, I wiped my eyes cos they were bleary,
With a cloth that lied upon my workshop floor.
Then at a start my teeth were gnashing, due to a light that came a flashing,
Just like a star, but only flattened, flattened like a plate that I had used before.
"Tis just a star" I laughed, "just like the ones I'd seen before",
Nothing fearful, that was all.
And well It is that I remember, that next to the glow of dying embers,
Shone three small beams of light from out the fireplace open door.
From the glow I sought to borrow, the last of warmth before the morrow,
But from the fireplace only sorrow - sorrow for the heat that was before.
Longing for that radiant heat, the heat that came once through that open door,
But Sadly now it was no more.
But now the light I'd felt for certain, had ceased to flash behind the curtain,
Filled me - filled me with a dread that I had never felt before.
That star that I had thought looked flattened, was clearly not the light of Saturn,
Was glowing bright, and ceased its flashing,
This set again my teeth again to gnashing,
It is a star, I cried and nothing more.
I took a breath that made me stronger, then my feet began to wander,
Towards the curtain at the window, certain its a star and nothing more.
Although my eyes first thought it flattened, one short look and I was crappin,
This light so sure was I was flattened, shone a silver beam upon my workshop floor.
Though my mind I thought imagined, from the light i thought looked flattened ,
Still shone a silver light upon my floor.
Through the open window peering, I saw the beam that I was fearing,
Emanating from that flattened plate that I had seen before.
But from behind glowing beam unbroken, came five short words, "I heard them spoken"
"Take me to your leader", said a voice so strange that I had never heard before.
I stopped in place my progress thwarted, thinking of the voice distorted,
And the words that I had never hear before.
With no clear plan I started running, from this silver light so stunning,
But still I heard the words again, but louder than before.
This can't be real, I thought in gladness, such events are purely madness,
A moments pause I took to my composure gain,
My courage buoyed by my decisions, I quickly turned with clearer vision,
I turned and walked towards my workshop door.
Tis just a star, and nothing more
All at once the door I opened, and not a single word was spoken,
There before me was a sight that I had never seen before.
You must believe my heart implores thee, standing there so slight before me,
A small grey man with eyes like satin, stood there looking through my workshop door.
Standing silent looking through my workshop door.
Black almond eyes they met my gaze,
Then nothing more.
I woke to see its large head smiling, then all at once I started crying,
In fear of the evil grin upon the face the grey man wore.
Though your shape be roughly biped, you’re not from earthly place that I’ve been,
What distant place come you this night within your flattened plate.
Please tell me what I am to call you, and set me free I must implore you,
Of these bonds that hold my naked form within these silver walls.
Then myself in ways unmanly, a panic spell quite overcame me,
A fearful sight the grey face beaming with those almond eyes he wore.
You my friend I must beseech thee, if your eyes could only see me,
Lying flat upon that table standing from the silver spaceships floor.
I turned my head as well as able searching for an exit door,
But all I saw were walls and noting more
Then as much as I was able lying flat upon the table,
I asked the grey man what intent had he upon my helpless form.
But by now his grin had faded, close into my space invaded,
Almond eyes moved closer, to my bedside within those silver walls,
My form in those black eyes detected, fear on my face was now reflected.
The quiet whisper I detected, echoed lightly from within those silver walls.
With evil voice now spoken, And then he grinned ...
“I’m going to probe you”
His words a moment sat quite latent, then I with realization fainted.
In dreams my thoughts were roving, on this pending awful probing,
Trapped upon this ghastly table, with movements of my limbs disabled.
Slowly now the grey man pondered, gathered tools from over yonder,
Then placed upon the table close, such tools as I had never seen before.
Such fright I bore.
The grey man cast his gaze most slyly,
Sitting by the table smiling, on a stool that rose up from the shiny silver metal floor.
My mind began to race now thinking,
How to escape this sinking feeling, that such devices cannot bode,
An outcome beneficial to my person on this table off the shiny metal floor.
In fear I swore.
Looking at the table pensive, I spied such tools that looked offensive,
These tools that on my person shortly bore.
With thought it took a bright utensil, roughly shaped just like a pencil.
Moving slowly almost gliding, to where my nether regions hiding,
Neath a shroud of silver cloth than hung down almost to the floor.
Could I look?, no never more.
The places that those tools inspected, a description now, I safely censored,
To your imagination shall I leave the humiliation I endured.
Beast I cried, the devil sent thee, what purpose serves this pain you rent me,
Lying here inside these silver walls.
Oh how I wished for refuge safe behind my workshop door,
I thought though, no nevermore.
Go away you grey skinned devil, said I to it your purely evil,
What brought your blue light shining on my workshop floor.
My thoughts of you will always taunt me, and all night lights will surely haunt me,
Oh tell me why you cast your silver light, so shining on my workshop floor.
What needs of me to set me free,
And ner bring your black eyes back to visit yonder workshop door.
The creature listened to my rantings; now my breath was fairly panting,
From the lashing that my tongue had rent upon the grey thing standing on that silver floor.
Take your silver can around us, and never yet come back to hound us,
Lest next we meet, prepared I'll be with golden sabre I once wore.
This heartfelt speech on oath I ranted, I screamed at it though single handed,
Go now beast and come back never more.
So be it now with fear or humor, the grey man started walking to me,
Standing close now, holding black eyes on me at a steady gaze.
With one quick move and no word spoken, at last my silver bonds were broken,
Now without restrains I started running, my legs like bees were fairly humming.
I ran at once to find myself back standing safe outside my workshop door.
Shall I leave it? No never more.
At once the glowing plate enchanted, rose straight up from where it landed,
Flashing, flashing up into the darkened sky.
And now those black eyes always leering, come to me at night when dreaming,
And no comfort now I get from embers shining on my floor.
But now at night while under cover, my saber sleeps just like my lover,
Sleeping now my hands rest on its slender hilt.
For ever more
Greywolf (AKA Dundee)
2017