The Floaty Dave Massacre pt.11

As dawn disembarked, Lawrence The Rider
Rode closer towards the stench
Towards the edge of Watoocare’s Ledge.
As the shadow’s peeled a cover from over the pit, objects took shape
Twas the stench of death
Dozens of Dave Dwellers
Monk worshippers, disemboweled, hacked, butchered
Shot red gurgles and last agonizing gasps, Dave’s wept still holding onto one’s forever Loved
Filled the cavernous ledge, all reflecting
In the tears of Lawrence and his Esteemed Monty.


No crime such had been heard of involving the Dwellers,
Such kind Dave’s,
So simple, so humble…
Who could have…?
Suddenly, atop the grotesque pulverized mayhem,
A whimper.
Twas Father Nickeleve, The Rider got in close,
“Father,” he began “Whom? Who Father?”
“…The Bagger’s are coming for you…”
Lawrence stared as the Father’s head slowly fell back
He reached down and comforted him to the ground,
Cradled him
In his last breaths.
“The Baggers?” Lawrence thought,
All that came to mind was the old children’s tale that he once heard,
Could that be…?
“Lawrence.” The Father spoke,
As his antennae’s keeled back defying death,
“Lawrence, Lawrence…Are you running?”

I really want to put together a sticker book in the upcoming year, the Floaty Dave Massacre is a like a greek tragedy that I've been thinking up, started it with the actual massacre scene, I'd like to fill in the gaps as time goes by...