Wargle

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, inspired by Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky.

:: Wargle ::

Ter-flin ter-flan
The Wargle goes,
To Frithy wilds
Where ninfrin grows.

Through ninfrin leaves
The Nambrone sees,
The Wargle creep
With pallor eez.

And from his place
The Wargle sings;
In skullish deeps
The music rings.

“Moran ellei
Nar silthin rillz,”
He sings to sleep
The drallin hills.

So under sky
Of star and moon,
The Wargle sings
His midnight tune.