“Ogre, wanna quantum leap on a pale, pale horse?” quipped the delighted devil.
(Tell your story in exactly 13 words.)
“Dinner with Edgar”
Soon twilight falls upon my weathered roof.
but now, mid lightning, weathered-vane is heard.
The wind doth wave his wings, he spins, forsooth,
into my spacious den and there he stirs.
He harkens not to my sad tale of toe
so punished by the massive oaken leg
of table as I stumble , screaming so:
“Oh, God is there no mercy for my peg?”
He is a mute and un-impassioned bird.
And, senseless to my cry, he ‘ner complains.
Continues with his game of spin_ absurd;
malevolent! (As one who is insane?)
But quoth this muted bird, no “Neversmores”.
He clangs in need of basting as he churns.
Precooked, rottiseried from all that sun.
Though, roasting of this fowl not my concern.
It’s time to serve my guests so we adjourn.
My dining table’s laid with Usher’s spleen,
and now, it’s time to carve that turkey clean!
But he escapes! my solitary, baleful bird.
“Metallic taste of skin!” as friends take flight!
Knife clatters to the ground! Screams pierce the night!
Prompt: the Rolling Stones “Sympathy For the Devil”
The devil’s gotta way with me.
I’ve heard his beat before.
Hand me another cigarette
before you leave my door.
Hey, baby, strum my lyre.
Give me another burn
before my bud expires.