The Last Moonicorn, Part Two of Six
(a tale of dark whimsy, and pies)
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The Star Girl of green
and her fine Phoban friend
have been captured by Martians.
—Could this be The End?
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THE SECOND SLICE
(in which a factory is encountered)
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And so they were captured, and so they were bound,
the Moonicorn thrown on that gritty red ground,
and the Martians embarked, with their captives in tow,
on their march across Mars, to the channels below.
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Fearsome furlongs of treacherous trenches they trudged,
and the bonds that were binding them couldn’t be budged.
Then they stopped, and before them, its opening wide,
was a cavernous cave, and they led them inside.
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‘’Tis the factory! I know it!’ the Moonicorn wept.
‘I can smell in these passages pies have been kept!’
And the rhythmical rumble from deep in the hill
told the truth: there was life in this factory still.
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So into the factory’s guts they were led,
as, despairing, the Moonicorn lowered his head,
for he knew now the end of his species was nigh:
very soon he’d become the last Moonicorn pie.
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Then the friends were unshackled beneath a great shaft
in a cage, and their cruel captors locked it and laughed,
and the girl held him grimly, at dusk, in the deep,
underneath that charred chimney, and slid into sleep.
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The Moonicorn gazed up the vent to the sky,
as his hours slipped away, longing once more to spy
his dear Phobos, sweet Phobos, his lonely home moon.
(The sunrise approached: he’d be minced and mashed soon ... )
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And, what joy! What a treat! One last darling delight!
For, before he was meat, dangling in the dawn light,
not just Phobos he glimpsed, gleaming golden and true,
but silvery Deimos, Mars’ moon number two.
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But, no ... What was that? That brief glimmering glint?
It couldn’t be! No! Yes? A hornflash! A hint
of a hornflash? It must be! Again! Yes! The flare!
On Deimos? Impossible! Yet, it was there.
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‘Another horn! Star Girl! We have to postpone
this pie-die day! Up! I’m no longer alone!
We must flee and be free! It is nearly the dawn!
I’m only the Second-to-Last Moonicorn!’
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But the Moonicorn’s words were drowned out by a CLANG!
as a deafening bell through the factory rang
and, resonant, trembled the young Star Girl’s fears
with that bell, and as well with the thrumming of gears
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that began as a grumble and rose to a growling,
with layered upon it a horrible howling
as Martians, awakening, knew that their fast
was about to be broken by gravy at last.
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Then, suddenly, Star Girl and horse were lassoed
by the butchers and bakers, as baying for food,
all the factory Martians pressed in on their prey,
and they prodded and pawed as they pulled them away!
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--> to The Last Moonicorn, Part Three of Six
About the Creator
Christopher Graeme
May contain bodily fluids.
Currently pretending to be a troll called Adrian, boss of a speakcheesy in a kingdom where milk's illegal. Please consider leaving tips, as they'll be put towards employing an illustrator for The Last Moonicorn!
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