BMN01 (Feb 8, 2020)
Summary of Receipt
1313 tracks down who sent the other poem last week and receives a new one. They're from Miss. Bad - and while her rhymes are normally innocuous, they can be influenced by the Cold. Just like this one.
Transcript
EMPLOYEE NO. 1313
DATE: 2-8-2020
FILE REFERENCE: BMN01
TOTAL: $1.7
I have finally been able to place the source of last week’s prose, and it seems it comes from the beaks of three-faced crows. A frightening customer of Quebec and there is more to fear than just her peck. She is known to bring ruin before she pays her check. With her come many signs, some good, some great, some even fine. However, in her name, the truth is told, for Miss. Bad brings omens just as cold. However, it would seem her words are not just her own, as her words are rhyming prone. Best not to heed the words that rhyme, as it often leads to darkening times. I had to alter just one line, to protect the name of the number prior to nine. Though her words seem to hover over his ill-fate, such must be the burden of one whose name is Eight.
S.O.T.
Miss. Bad:
He thought Detroit had sealed his Fate,
By given name of curs’d 8.
With their deaths an omen gone,
One bird for another sweet, sweet [No. 0].
He thought it wise a Devil’s bargain,
Which cleaved this new world margin.
Seek not here, not there, but elsewhere,
Where dark clouds brood with deep despair.
And in the times of End to come,
Don’t forget where you’re from.
E.O.T.