a Howl-O-Ween Powem

by damommza & sunovawot

I

it woz a drak adn stawmee niet
adn ai woz fild wif friet
teh wind woz shril
ai flet teh fril
ten muun shed littul liet

teh goestz adn gobblinz tuu
luukd kwite a bit liek yoo
butt yoo ar gon
adn ai goe on
noe lawngur feelin bloo

ai berreed yoo kwite deep
in a manglold heep
yoo cannawt strae
awae yool stae
adn in teh grownd yool sleep

ai feel a breez of duum
tahtz enturrin mai ruum
it maykz a shaep
beehind mai drayp
haz yoo ekskaypd yoor tuum

II

teh tuum iz nott for mee
mai spirrit muss wawk freee
noe moer ai’l stae
wer wunse ai lae
for yoo stil howld teh kee

teh kee taht biendz mai sole
haz draggd mee form mai hoel
ai cannawt rest
in grownd unblest
so return wot yoo stoel

wotz taht, yoo dowt mai miet
beeleev ai cannawt fiet
yett in tihs stayt
mai powrz ar grayt
adn heer ai haz teh riet

in lief ai woz noe saynt
mai sole bor deemunz taynt
butt taht meenz nawt
ai haz yoo cawt
yoo muss ansur mai playnt

so lettuz plae tihs gaym
of con seek wense adn blaym
weel tayk a turn
in hel yool burn
tu yoor eeturnal shaym

Non Lolspeek Version

it was a dark and stormy night
and I was filled with fright
the wind was shrill
I felt the thrill
the moon shed little light

the ghosts and goblins too
looked quite a bit like you
but you are gone
and I go on
no longer feeling blue

I buried you quite deep
in a mangled heap
you cannot stray
away you’ll stay
and in the ground you’ll sleep

I feel a breeze of doom
that’s entering my room
it makes a shape
behind my drape
have you escaped your tomb?

the tomb is not for me
my spirit must walk free
no more I’ll stay
where I once lay
for you still hold the key

that key that binds my soul
has dragged me from my hole
I cannot rest
in ground unblest
so return what you stole

what’s that, you doubt my might
believe I cannot fight
yet in this state
my powers are great
and here I have the right

in life I was no saint
my soul bore demon’s taint
but that means nought
I have you caught
you must answer my plaint

so let us play this game
of consequence and blame
we’ll take a turn
in Hell you’ll burn
to your eternal shame

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12 Comments

  1. teh lolspeek vershun woz nawt sekkund poested, az part of Cheezlandz lolloween selly bray shunz, on:

    http://cheezland.org/2012/10/volcano-kitteh-sez/

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  2. damommza

     /  October 31, 2012

    *leeves sunovawot a jiyant bukkit of candee wif no shuga, no cowlories but lawts of spooky noms* Happee Howl-O Ween!

    Reply
  3. abikertoo

     /  November 1, 2012

    Fankies foar ayun eggsaleunt poeyum aygaeyn, izz eynjoiubbl!!

    Reply
    • Fan q πŸ˜€ it woz fun tu rite so ai haz a glad sumwun (uvver tahn teh riterz) enjoid it πŸ˜€

      Reply
    • damommza

       /  November 1, 2012

      OHAI abikertoo! adn fankies! Ai’m happee taht yoo lieked teh powem! It wuz a moast ossum parayde at ower gnu hoem adn a grate way tu sillybrate!

      Reply

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