I knocked up another sonnet to stand by my earlier efforts for Laura Palmer and Agent Cooper. This one concerns the story of the dark force present in Twin Peaks: the inhabiting spirit, the evil that men do, the one known as BOB. Here is his story:
The Story of BOB
Loathsome spirit in a dark maelstrom born,
Howling through a tear man’s arrogance ripped,
This heartless creature with foul intent slipped,
To sow mayhem in the nuclear dawn.
Finding a host, he espied a small boy,
Who life promised a future of renown.
With his fury wore resistance down,
Until the child accepted him; became his toy.
Years BOB waited, foul appetites within,
His vehicle grown in stature over time,
Then acted: a frenzy of brutal crime.
Young victims taken, skulls and souls caved in,
All to lure his intended prey to him,
A true white knight soon bent to BOB’s dark whim.
By Richard Austin
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