6 May 2012
'Twas on a freezin' winter morn', I forgot the year 'twas long ago, When all the clan begat the Cry, I forgot the year, 'twas long ago, The awful news began a dawnin' I forget the year 'twas long ago, That all the weins had died a drownin' I forget the year 'twas long ago.
They said the Thing within the Mere, I forget the year 'twas long ago, Did drag them in and drowned them there, I forget the year 'twas long ago, Alarm was sounded, men run aft, I forget the year 'twas long ago, But 'twas too late the weins had passed, I forget the year 'twas long ago.
They fished 'em out all pale and dreaded, I forget the year 'twas long ago, And 'twas a sight to chill the bravest, I forget the year 'twas long ago, And all their pretty bodies tattered, I forget the year 'twas long ago, And all their skins a wan and battered, I forget the year 'twas long ago.
And so the Clans did come together, And all were there and none were nether, And every man of age stepped forrard, And many oaths a vengeance uttered. Boats was readied, weapins loaded, With sails unfurled and weapins readied, Two days after 'pon the Mere, The Thing was sited swimmin' near, And such a shout went out to warn 'em, With hearts a pumpin at the ready, The Thing did rear full clear a water, And every man would give no quarter, And fell upon the evil Thing, With screamin' out for daughters passed, Did vent their anguish with their angst, Amid the pains of scream and shout, Did rend the Thing and did the rout, And fifteen men of age that day, Not return their kin to pay, And midst the wailin' and the tears, The Thing was hauled from out the Mere, Blooded and we cut to slivers, And no man left was rid o' fears, Until the gruesome Thing did draw, It's final breath, let out a roar, And still they screamed and run it through, Until its innards spilled anew, And laying on the heathland dead, Did draw an axe and cut its head, Until at last all men were sure, The bloodied Thing did breathe no more, And all this happened true I swear, The Thing was ridded from the Mere.
I needn't tell of wives and kin, That rued the day their weins did swim, Out on that dark and deathly Mere, Never to be held again, And every man of age did swear, From dawn of day throughout the year, A watch upon the Mere be kept, And swimming therein all be ceased.
And this be true, on that I swear, 'Twas long ago, I forget the year.
The Mere • Opuss № I