To
my dearest love Lady Lada Monguligin, Il-Khatun of Ostgardr
From your ever faithful worshipper Evergreen Darkest Dawn, called Smoky,
From your ever faithful worshipper Evergreen Darkest Dawn, called Smoky,
My
sweet, I hope my missive does not find you PINING for our reunion, but the dastardly
Suuder does PLOT to keep us apart! I have prevailed upon the neighborly Shriek
the Hawk of Hawke’s Reache to bring my letter to my kinsman Sir Hopsalot, the
Cony of Brokenbridge, to deliver my missive into your fair hand. I fear that it shall be intercepted by the
minions of your fearsome Lord.
My
dearest for I cannot contain myself! Since receiving a sign of your regard in
the form of your signature upon our joint likenesses. I must confess my deepest passion for your
beauteous person.
Come
live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
Thy gown of wool will be of mine own wool,
To cushion and caress thy every move!
And we will all the pleasures prove,
Thy gown of wool will be of mine own wool,
To cushion and caress thy every move!
For
you are my sun! My moon! My starlit sky. Without you I dwell in darkness. I
love you! Your power has enchanted me, I stand helpless against it. Come to me,
now. Tonight, let me worship you in my arms. I love you! How can I stop the
beating of my heart? It pounds like never before. Death, next to love is a trivial
thing. Your touch is worth 100,000 deaths.
I will not fear your fierce lord with the deadly arrows and evil
appetite for hasenpfeffer! For am I not
a rabbit? A fleet and tricksy creature?
That Aesop spoke BASE FALSEHOOD of my ancestor! For it is not possible for as sluggish and
clumsy a beast as a TORTOISE to DEFEAT my fleet and agile kind!
Ah!!!
Your touch! How I long for the touch of your hands when you hold me and pet
me. I must restrain myself from sinking
my teeth into your lovely, lovely flesh.
For I fear the taste of your blood will cause me to forget myself and
fall upon you like a wild beast!
O
my love, I must relate to you my situation for it is fraught with danger. The EVIL MOLLY
MONSTER
dwells with Mommy and me. The dread
beagle Molly who was the downfall of my dear cousin Sir Hopsalot. Poor Hoppy, he shall hop with a limp forever
more from the attentions of that most fearsome hound. I implore you! Please rescue me from her despicable habits
of devouring my leavings with INDECENT abandon!
My
dearest since we cannot be together. I
have sent a small token of my regard. It
is camouflaged as the arms of the Canton in which you reside, so your dread
lord will not suspect. Please remember
me fondly as my fluffiness caresses your tender brow and protects your delicate
ears from the cruel winter winds as they sweep in from the eastern ocean. Know too, the same eastern wind will have
ruffled my floof in Hawkes Reache before it caresses your cheek and in this
manner we may be briefly united!
Let
the tail of our love will ring through the ages like that of Jessica and Roger
Rabbit!
I
pray that my words will not be met with indifference or disgust, but I can no
longer remain silent upon receiving the sign of your favor when you autographed
our picture.
Forever
in your service (and I hope your deepest affections),
Evergreen
Darkest Dawn
Your very own darling “Smoky”
Your very own darling “Smoky”
April
9, Anno Societatis LII
Canton
of Hawkes Reache, Barony of An Dubhaigeainn
Wow… Smoky is a terrible, terrible
plagiarist! lol
Kit Marlowe is rolling in his grave. And George Lucas would probably be horrified if he knew about this.
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