The Sorrows of Young Werewolf (eyeteeth) wrote,
The Sorrows of Young Werewolf

Bela vs. the marble

I think I captured his marvelous fringe pretty well here, particularly his oddly branching ventral fins -- the trailing ones at the front there. I want to refer to his finnage, as I would speak of a bird's plumage, but I am away from home and my reference shelf and I'm not sure that's a real word.

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old--
This knight so bold--
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell, as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow--
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be--
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied,
"If you seek for Eldorado!"

Gaily bedight, how perfect! He is a little knight in his coat of mail, trailing his beautiful pennants, always ready to fight enemies he will never encounter or to court ladies who will never appear. My Don Quixote!
Tags: animals, bela, edgar allan poe, poetry
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