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"The Tree, the Sheen, the Bridal-Cake:
These thy soul shall surely take.
The Angled Rune, the Bags, the Plough
Find thy flesh a feast enow.
The Banner, Breeze, and World-on-Fire
To deliver thee desire.
The Pig, the Pipe, the Little-Lost,
Fight but at forever’s cost.
The Lane That Lifts, the Squirm, the Spice,
Thee may aid – nor ask the price.
Should thou gain the Doorless Door,
Pass it once, and come no more."
To which my protagonist's not-unreasonable reaction is, "That's it? Mind out in case we get our souls eaten by the Wedding-Cake of Evil and the fucking Pig and Whistle? Who even comes up with this stuff?"These thy soul shall surely take.
The Angled Rune, the Bags, the Plough
Find thy flesh a feast enow.
The Banner, Breeze, and World-on-Fire
To deliver thee desire.
The Pig, the Pipe, the Little-Lost,
Fight but at forever’s cost.
The Lane That Lifts, the Squirm, the Spice,
Thee may aid – nor ask the price.
Should thou gain the Doorless Door,
Pass it once, and come no more."
And the measured response is something like, "'hem. The kind of people who met one of the nice things there, so they more or less got home to scribble about it. It's not a healthy interest, I'm afraid. Coming?"
This jingle jangle may or may not get into the final yarn, when it comes together. The ambience and a few of the Things mentioned might hint at one of the literary influences on the developing story.
