Lost Stories

The Evil Echo of Solomon Rose

The evil echo came, a gloaming in the dark,
'pon belly bowering and crawing for the Mark,
to Solomon Rose the same, who sang the
names of yore,
and with it brought his evil forth, a gibbering
from the moor.
My branches shook and writhed, and standing
did I shriek,
"Why callest thou me, thou thawing thorn?
What sorrows dost thou seek?"
Old Solomon shook and shivered, but
dreaming of Lenore,
'pon his evil he shed his mind, and cast it in
the gore.
"I'm Solomon," he said, "and my servants you
shall be,
till earth and sky begin to shake,
and the sieves of time begin to seep."
Then he found us, and bound us,
and sent us off to dream,
till finally watchful waiting, our senses fading,
his evil echo slithered off to sleep.