Thursday, 14 June 2012

Mystery papers discovered shedding light on the Empire of the Dead

Whilst sifting through a score of antiquities three documents have come into my possession and the writer is delighted to reveal their contents to the readers of this illustrious forum.

The documents themselves are aged and unable to withstand the rigours of scanning so I have painstakingly transposed them for your delectation.

The first is a short poem which the observant amongst you will notice was subsequently horribly amended by A A Milne.

The unknown author's lines are below:

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head .
Hush! Hush! What’s that on the stairs?
A ghoul or a fiend from someone’s nightmares?

‘God save us from evil, God save us from fright.
Another man slain in the dark streets tonight
Who will protect us?  Who will prevail?
Who will preserve us where all good men fail?

‘Now all of mankind faces beasts born in myth,
That rise from the grave or forest or rift
They stalk through the city, the fields and the wood
Oh Lord please protect me, I wish that you would.

‘I fear for my sister, I fear for Papa ,
I fear that they plan to steal my Mama.
As darkness descends on the city this night,
I fear that I’ll never more see the sunlight.

‘The shadows on walls, the whispers in trees
The chill winds that cause my body to freeze.
 The echoes of ages, of legend and fable
From all of these keep me however you’re able!’

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Heed what he said ,
This is the world of Empire of the Dead.

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