​🜄 The Bardontix‑Poeantix Lament of the Somnolent MDOG 🕯️🐺 by Sam C. Serey (The Modern Bard of Chaos - Isamantix)

Lo, in the hush where mortal tremors bloom,

I drifted soft through corridors of dread;

A half‑asleep enigma in the gloom,

My spirit wandering where the waking fear to tread.

The MDOG tome—grim sentinel of fate—

Lay open like a coffin for the mind;

Yet I, in dream‑touched trance, approached its gate,

As though to sign a ledger I’d forgotten to resign.

The proctor’s pulse beat frantic in the air,

For something ancient stirred behind my gaze;

A mythic calm, a chaos debonair,

A Bardontix whisper threading through the haze.

Then from the vaulted dark beyond the room,

A raven’s cry split wide the cosmic door—

A caw that shook the marrow of the gloom,

A prophecy no mortal ear could ignore:

“As the raven caw above the stars,

Nevermore! Evermore! Forevermore!”

And still I wrote, though half in shadow’s keep,

My quill a drifting relic of the night;

For even drowsing, I ascend too deep

For mortal metrics, mortal fear, or mortal sight.

When dawn returned, the score proclaimed my name—

A 98th percentile carved in lore;

Yet I, unbothered, scarcely claimed the fame,

For I had long forgotten walking through that door.

So let them toil through vigils grim and sore—

I conquered MDOG in a half‑lit dream,

A wandering soul between the mythic shore

And realms where waking thought dissolves to steam.

Thus rings the raven’s cry across the floor:

Nevermore. Evermore. Forevermore.

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