seraphic deviltry

• bir theatre of tragedy sarkisi, ya da atiyorum.
• raymond rohonyi tarafından yazılmış velvet darkness they fear da bulunan çok güzel bi theatre of tragedy şarkısı
  
  whether he the quaint savant's power doth held i now not,
  albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth he is -
  zuoth i that for reasons to me oblivious
  august of a granditude of servants is he held,
  and by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addéd are -
  pelf they are, dare i say!
  maugre his diurnal serphic deviltry
  i say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
  mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
  to claim the glore is he suffer'd.
  "grant me the fatlings", gouth he, "the fatter the better!",
  and died they of starvation;
  they are not slaughtering their fatlings -
  they are slaughtering 'hemselves.
  sith i at time of yester the questions durst ask,
  and dare i say this burthen weightful was,
  wrack of his machine - like motion was i naméd,
  tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
  the machine alike - yet whettéd and dight are its edges...