#egad!

• discovered knightblr

• made a brand new account to post about it

• created a whole prince character

• spent a whole day castle shopping (unsuccessfully btw, may have to draw my own floor plan)

• felt nonstop emotions (re: horny) for a full 72 hours

• tried failed to not spam like/reblog (I’m sowee)

• obliterated my sleep schedule

My father made a pleasure dome in some mad Victorian fervour

He began with plants and stones until it extended further and further

Beyond crude palisades of hearty piled stones

Near a pansy-shored meander, where a spider makes his home.

‘Tween mossy stone and cloudy bank in a web of gossamer spun

This spider sits awaiting flies until the day is done.

And as he toiled, those piling stones, papa he sought solace

How could that little creature weave, when I struggle with this?

Tend the land, repair the firmament, let wondrous flowers grow

Build for me a magic place where only we might go,

A secret idyll behind the hedge where real and fancy mix,

Where Badgers speak and wear bright clothes and live in huts of sticks.

Appearing roughspun outside, of less than higher craft

Inside you'll find comforts of homely sort, says the badger ‘Egad!’

What creature now fills up my frame

Pray tell me beastie, what on Mars is your name?’

Sputtering ‘Mars! You must be mad

Don't you know your hovel sits at back of dad's pad?’

‘Keep mad for yourself, you impudent wretch.

It’s your imagination requiring stretch.

Look outside the before you see

A barren landscape, devoid of all sea

Dunes of deep crimson, tall pillars of sand

Not a sight of your father through the breadth of this land.’

‘Pray tell me, gentleman badger. Have you seen him pass?

A man a mite shorter, with a moustache and glass

Spectacles hanging upon the crook of his nose

With a watering can, crumbled fags and a length of gnarled hose.’

‘Aye I have seen him.’ The Badger turns rather dour

Bids me sit down on his stool by the flowers.

Pansies in purple, ochre and black,

the kind that my father is so desperate to stack.

‘My chum, some grave news I'm bidden impart

Lo that I could lad, but I must play my part

In telling you grave news, your father we've seen

In fact, quite recently, out here by the stream.’

‘A stream?’ Aghast, I shout with surprise,

‘Here on red Mars? I scarce believe my eyes.’

‘The one of its kind, we call it the Den.’

‘Why - that's my father's name, but of course other men.’

‘By gum you've caught it, good keeping abreast

Indeed it's your father to whom we've addressed

Such tribute to name our sole river for him

We owe much to his spirit, and so to his kin.

I will aid you in finding his rest

Although I must warn he is at far from his best.

Winter of his life has come to an end

Begin Spring in another, somewhere just around the bend.

Alas that bend, the turn is sharp, how long you might trudge on

It curves and curves a thousand miles, and you'll meet another's son

On similar quests for a lost father’s soul

Dragged home for a hug then hidden like moles,

That when reaper arrives a subterfuge would spurn

Send him packing to hades.’ Robes billow as he turns.

Tears in my eyes now, ‘I see your meaning.’

EGAD!  And now he's taught himself TO READ. (Not that I discourage it, I'm really quite proud). BUT WOE TO THE FAMILIAR WHICH DOES NOT LET HIS WITCH SLEEP.

Now. this may come as a shock to some of you...

But I've actually been a mario fan for more of my life than i have been a sonic fan.