O Weep for Fan Art
Written by Sephy
O Weep for Fan Art

O Weep for Fan Art
That certain death would not become
So much as a part of this dejected institution
The suff'ring of its proprietor
Whose name, we know, is Sephiroth
Now crippled in lack of submissions, is becoming distantly quieter.

Alas! The driest fountains of Art
Are everywhere to be found, except
Within the clutches of Jonk
Who by virtue of kindness
Releases them to me, less than once a week
So I may post them

O Weep for Fan Art
A stale yet undying marvel
Rich but far too remote
For even the boredest to engage.
Now cold and losing oxygen
I resort to wacky, tacky, techniques

Hark! Now you see Fan Art of the Week
A gimmick of sorts that was conjured by a geek
Whose name, we know, is Sephiroth
Now shielded by alternatives to submissions, is becoming highly irrelevant and certainly unstable.
Whose insanity is told only in tales and in fables
Whose insanity rivals that of your friendly neighborhood Tomato.

O Weep for Fan Art
An OK section with sweet direction
Like an old beggar walking down the street
You see the update like you hear his feet
And turn your back; you make no sound
Until his noise is far away

And no more shall the gerbils rejoice.