Hey all,
I'm new to this arena and unfamiliar with most of the traditions, so if
this is inappropriate, then I sincerely apologise. I believe it to be
within reason, however.
The Angels
(With Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I watched it, weak and weary,
Over many an ultra-violent volume of sexy gore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a frapping,
as of someone gently zapping, zapping on my VCR.
" 'Tis some Lovely Angel," said I, "zapping on my VCR--
Another Tape, from the vault."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying victim wrought in pain upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow--vainly I had sought to borrow
>From my mangas surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Mughi--
For the hair and clawn kitty cat whom the Angels name Mughi--
Sleeping here in the vault.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each video cover
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some video entreating viewance on my TV set--
Some late video entreating viewance on my TV set
"I'm thirsty. I'll get a malt."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Kei," said I' "or Yuri, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came frapping,
And so faintly you came zapping, zapping at my VCR,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the box--
Yuri there, what a fox!
Deep into that video box peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the description gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Mughi?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Mughi!"
Another video, from the vault.
Back unto my TV turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a zapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my laser disces;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore--
'Tis my Laserdisc coming to a halt!"
Open here I flung the player, when with many a gun and cutter,
In there stepped two Lovely Angels of the 3WA;
Not the least disasters made they; not a minute stopped or stayed they;
But, with names of Kei and Yuri, perched above my VCR--
Perched upon a bust of Warren just above my VCR--
Perched, and sat, in their exalt.
By the blue and gold of costumes of the Association they wore,
"Though thy breasts be shown and shapen, thou," said I, "art thou sure
no cravin',
Ghastly grim and ancient ruins of many worlds that art no more--
Tell me why thy lordly name is on the Nightly's Evening News!"
Quoth the Angels "S'not our fault!"
Much I marveled this ungainly Angel to hear discourse so plainly,
Though their answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help but agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing Angels above his outer space air--
Angel or Mughi upon the sculptured bust above his outer space air,
With such a name as "Dirty Pair."
But the Angels, sitting Lovely on the plastic bust, spoke only
That one phrase, as if their soul in that one phrase they did outpour.
Nothing farther then they uttered--not a magnum then they shuttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other fiends have flown before--
On the morrow they will leave me, before by Videos are no more."
Then the Angels said, "S'not our fault."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what they utter is only stock and store
Caught from some computer master who cleared them of ev'ry Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster still by a massacre one more--
Till the fires of their cases burn forever more.
Quoth the Angels "S'not our fault!"
But the Angels still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of hers, TV/VCR;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking;
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous pair of horror--
What this grim ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous pair of horror
Meant in-voking "S'not our fault!"
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the pair whose fiery hair now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that my TV gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with my TV gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, "Not our fault!"
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen Censor
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the pizza'd floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these Angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Mughi;
Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Mughi!"
Quote the Angels, "S'not our fault!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of whether Computer sent, or whether Computer tossed
thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this deserted land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there life left on Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quote the Angels, "S'not our fault!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of unluck!--prophet still, if Angel or devil!
By that Heaven that opens above us--by that God at left no one us
It shall clasp a sleepy mammal whom the Angels name Mughi--
Clasp the hair and clawn kitty cat whom the Angels name Mughi."
Quote the Angels, "S'not our fault!"
"Be that phrase our sign of parting, Kei and Yuri!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back to thy CC and the Nightly's Evening News!
Leave no black plume as a token of those lives thy souls have broken!
Leave my laserdisc unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy feet from out my room, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quote the Angels, "S'not our fault!"
And the Angels, never flitting, still are hitting, still are hitting
On the pallid bust of Warren just above my VCR;
And their lives have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the on TV see them gleaming with a weapon that is seething,
And my soul, about to shout, seeing victims upon the floor
Shall be lifted--IT'S NOT THEIR FAULT!
By Spacewarp
(Jeremy Gross)
November 14, 1994
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