Bromdun, dubiously named Prince Crown New of naught but Basque Burgs,
Was born chief, with cherub’s imagination Able to envision all futures.
He, poor, probably as poor As any pauper in his Princedom
Was caught in Kings’ mischief Who to make him a Prince o’er Kings
Stole him away from house and home To be hauled back to his home
By Spirit Engines. He nare sought the enigmatic
Spooky Family of ghouls and goblin kings Or the Good shepherd family.
He was harangued and held to Oath From a Hochadel of the Bourbons
Not to forge in the elements Of fire, for fear of failure.
Thus, Bromdun held to his oath To the Bourbon Hochadel
But the Hapsburgs came in colors Of the Jolly Roger to kill
Bromdun, by making him brute And to take up the Bright Craft
Of the Fiery art of the Firesmith To make engines enigmatic and fierce.
Bromdun knew not how the knots Of the fire knells, nor the knowledge
Of how the fire art was forged. Thus, an Oak towered above, fierce
To forge in the fiery arts. But when he found the Earth flat
He thought, “This must be a dream!” Though, this is how the earth was.
For his metallurgy maligned his skill And forged madness into this manly Marquise.
The marquise who then became a Prince Most adored by the masses.
The Bourbons brought the Marquise to Make his most magnificent machines.
The Hapsburgs were fraught with ill ire. Their iliums were illumined with rage.
For Bromdun was not a prince But to use his Body, they pried to place
In him Harry Prince of Wales, Who horrified, Bromdun prayed to Jehovah
To throw this Hapsburg to the winds And therefore heal Bromdun of his heartache.
For Bromdun was purchased and Spied by Potentate Theodore Marmaduke
To be made into the Brute beacon Of the big world beneath the earth.
To bring the Baal into the World From beneath the earth, in the World;
But Bromdun prayed to Jehovah And Jehovah answered briefly
To bring Him all joy and all measure Of kindness, and Bromdun would be healed.
Yet, Theodore Marmaduke, with Madok Himself, he whom Marmaduke served
Sought to bereave Bromdun Of his belief in God. For what purpose?
Bromdun has yet to find, Yet fears it is just for fun’s sake.—
To fletch this favorable poem Which the LORD Jehovah has found Bromdun
To feed himself. Heal him LORD Jehovah.
For Bromdun sees the fierce Winds of change are wearing
And sees dark forests fading to desert The deserts flowering to forests from dearth.
“LORD, I need to eat. Ease my suffering.”
The prince’s engines Flew into the ebbs of space
To where they brought the boats Filled with idolatry back
From Mars, and the worlds beneath, To make the earth barren.
They flew with the sunsails They fanned the coal of Asheroth to fly
With the earth waning, Wan was the people when the forests
Burned, when the trees were bare When the summer fruit did not flit.
It was for the Baal idols Which sung the songs in their bright
Pitch, to tell the trees each To wit, the Baals sung on that frequency too.
Thus, the trees began to fall. The earth’s forests turned to desert.
For scripture sought to send A beautiful secret truth to us.
That God is God, and we need Give up the gods in our pockets.
B. K. Neifert 