Matthew

Matthew was a little goat-boy,
and lived in the rolling countryside,
and played the flute to soothe his livestock,
and who would go out on clear and blowzy days,
and frolick in the streams and meadows and streams,
and he lived in a little grass cottage that was small and warm,
and in the very centre of this small cottage there was a great hearth,
and over it was a great black cauldron that was forged of iron and steel,
and this cauldron spewed ash that was black as the night and cold and hot,
and the ash was born of hell itself, crawling seeping and foaming over the pot,
and this ash did form into terrible creations that were monstrous and evil,
and he did take hold of these great beasts and he indeed combined them,
and this mesh of pure evil formed into a massive blasphemous lump,
and he rolled it into the great woods where the elves sang,
and this song was clarion and grandiose and lovely,
and it was indeed pure and harmonious,
and he was entranced by it greatly,
and smashed the lump,
and found true love,

for it is said that he whoever rolls evil into the woods will find love forever

THE END