sonnet to a penguin

[serial_elder]

It seems quite odd that mortals should alarm,
in a world that still has yet to end,
at being Added, which deal not equal harm
as ancient beings upon whom darkness tends.
So beganeth I this journal, hoping to befriend
(tentacles waiting, under wave and reef)
those whose sp3lling scarcely could defend
their groundless frenzy due to this belief.
Then came the victims, to my great delight,
and wise were those who followed my lead,
but the others, whining, tired me in their fright,
so, alas, at last I did recede.
O delicious spheniscid, weep not for me:
I have found solace under the sea.