Theodore Marmaduke, a Chamberlain Chains of Judecca were sentence for his charge.
He was possessed by a perfect choirmaster, Chosen by God to sing the strongest hymns.
The specter’s voice was perfect pitch His notes were strong and savory.
His angelic instrument was his pipes Which sung loud for the nations to hear.
He coveted the stories of Bromdun To see is they could secure truth.
For no story was good to Marmaduke Unless it could be made true.
So for fun he set the trap in motion To make Bromdun’s stories true.
Yet, for metaphor they were, But for meat of lucid metal, to touch
They were not lucid enough to touch But rather were truths taught about covetousness
Or murder, or slander, or social ills When strength would stir and tyrants would still
The populace. For Theodore Marmaduke Sought to overthrow the Great King,
So with him Bromdun Kratz Nuewfer, A titular prince with no crown, except one new.
The New Crown one given by Christ For the worldly sorrows were corundum
To be cracked by the Diamond edge Of grace’s devoted diadems.
Theodore Marmaduke loved the stories Of Bromdun’s illustrious bow.
He was brilliant to make stories come to pass Bright and marveled on the lookingglass.
Theodore Marmaduke could, in fact, Find words to fill his lute’s forms,
To sing and write, for Theodore Marmaduke Was wisest of the false gods.
Find not he did his sister’s sex Nor found he and married her.
Rather, he was the hoary humph Of a forgotten, ne’er to be hero.
He was not Chief among the saints, Silly salvo, nor was he perfect in all chosen
Arts of man, to call wise and welcome By the muses. For he worshiped the muses.
He did, in fact, play with his puppets And made all men a part of his plans.
He promised Bromdun to prosper nothing He rather promulgated through witchiness
A woeful regret. To cause Bromdun to speak, Though it was not Bromdun who spoke.
For Theodore Marmaduke was a cur Caught in his own web of callousness.
Bromdun thought it was to think otherwise Yet, Theodore Marmaduke was thoroughly
Invested in idealizing and bearing to fruit Bromdun’s inventions and ideas.
For secretly was Marmaduke captured by them, Even the ones so called kitch.
Distant memories has Bromdun of these conversations He knows not what caused
The false memories to appear, If not the maligned marring of his masterwork
Did Marmaduke make war upon Bromdun’s Strong stories, to mortify him
For Bromdun was weak, So therefore made rubicund one day, and therefore wise.
The Great King found war on his shores So therefore shod away from Bromdun.
Therefore, in this next book to begin, Bromdun will bring to bear the battle
That Bromdun must wage with Theodore Marmaduke And so stop the warsongs
Of his kingdom’s callous cares. For war is what Bromdun sought to conquer
And not kingdoms. His only wish was to conquer war.
B. K. Neifert 