§Try a "digital" poem, or poem in programmable media, or indeed one using links or HTML as a fundamental dimension
I was pretty stuck as to what to do with this this time around. I couldn't really find another poem that someone else wrote that was immediately striking to me. So I went back to some things I have written before and came across a little poem I did a while back around Halloween. It was written for my friend, Ben, who understands all things grim. I love Camille Saint-Saens' Dance Macabre suite, so I decided to incorporate that into this. Honestly, I am not entirely happy with the way this worked out. I wanted to work on it a bit more to reconfigure the text so it is actually part of the image, not separate from it. But I need more time to fool around with that. I just got a brand new laptop, and it involves the latest version of Windows that I am still getting used to. Anyway, here's the poem. Same deal as with the cowboy poem below.
Grim Tidings, What Ho!
Symphony Composed for My Dear Friend Ben in Anticipation of All Hallows Eve
I: Music Most Macabre
Rotting corpse giggling, laughing beneath the full moon.
It spins, dancing to wretched fantastic grim tunes.
Such as those of a skeleton choosing the key
A ribcage with heart strings still intact, plucked with glee.
It sings lines and such rhymes which cause mortals to swoon.
A black adder sounds lower bass pitches o’er way
By headstones molded over, dead flowers decay.
The tick tock of the clock the bell tower chimes twelve
Ancient hour of mischief, souls helpless do delve
Into magic most evil, most horrid they say.
Soon the soldier of doom and much merciless pain
Will strike down these sounds sinister, witness the rain
Washing over and over commanded by he
That cares not if you rot for all eternity.
Slowly singing halts. Thunder booms o’er the refrain.
‘Tis the end of this song, decrescendo my dear
For this storm will wreck all of our practice, I fear.
Deathharmonic struck down by a tempest and flood.
And our maestro dear Satan will cry tears of blood
Till he hears we’ll be here Hallows Eve every year.