Madman's Drums/Memento Mori

[Robin]

Ok, I don't know where this came from; it started off about grudges and eyes and then it turned into a big tzaddik thing, so I just erased the beginning and went with that. I like the rhythm, and it's the first rhyming poem I've done in eternity, so I'm pleased.

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The Prozac generation comes,
At night to hunt for souls.
They leaf through ancient Dead Sea scrolls,
Searching for a sign,
And all the while keeping time
With a madman’s skittering drums.

Yes, the Prozac generation comes,
Singing tunes her daughter hums.
What lurks within this foul dark place?
Is it a fight, a glorious race,
‘Tween good and evil, black and white,
To change the length of this silk night?

In a velvet cocoon, she wanders,
Hoping it will snag the night,
Maimon’s fingers on Reb Saunders.

A tzaddik, yes, that’s what you’d call her,
Fighting for the good of all,
Careless of the fiends that maul her,
Puppet to the great Lord’s call.

He calls her, day and night to bring,
Ashes of a human thing,
A hopeful song they all still sing,
A faith, a light, a crowning glory:
A Ku Klux Klan memento mori.

[Ramona]

I like this, it's creepy in a macabre type way and the rhythm is excellent.

[Robin]

Spank you.

Do you think it sounds like two different poems? Like pre velvet cocoon is one thing and after the velvet cocoon bit it's a new one?

I have this one on my fictionpress, and I've gotten a comment saying that.

[Ramona]

A bit, but you flag for it earlier when mentioning the "daughter."