Lost-Jack: A Letter To The Suicide King
OOC: This is a letter that got sent to the Autumn Court list, in response to what happened at the Boston FGotM. I thought some of you might enjoy.
King Of Hearts,
You've ticked and you've tocked, and stirred a cold pot,
And with it brought flames to their eyes.
But now will you run, go in to the ground,
And wait until that fire dies?
Will you play Satan and slink in the trees,
And feed poor Adam his folly?
Or will you dance with your feet in the air,
And your face bloated and jolly?
Do try not to die, you rascal, you knave,
For that would be oh so shameful.
Your antics amuse, the strife makes me smile,
You taunt all of them with your guile.
So suffer not the slings and the arrows,
But take comfort in your great game.
For while some will cry and others will growl,
I take pleasure all of the same.
Yours,
Gentleman Jack Sprat
P.S. We should find the time to have tea - I know an old woman in Somerville who makes a bloody Earl Grey to kill for.
King Of Hearts,
You've ticked and you've tocked, and stirred a cold pot,
And with it brought flames to their eyes.
But now will you run, go in to the ground,
And wait until that fire dies?
Will you play Satan and slink in the trees,
And feed poor Adam his folly?
Or will you dance with your feet in the air,
And your face bloated and jolly?
Do try not to die, you rascal, you knave,
For that would be oh so shameful.
Your antics amuse, the strife makes me smile,
You taunt all of them with your guile.
So suffer not the slings and the arrows,
But take comfort in your great game.
For while some will cry and others will growl,
I take pleasure all of the same.
Yours,
Gentleman Jack Sprat
P.S. We should find the time to have tea - I know an old woman in Somerville who makes a bloody Earl Grey to kill for.