Prince Oberon And His Sly Guardians Of The Night Poem by Hubert Wilson

</></>Russian Empress Elizabeth reigned in the18th century in secret fear!
As work continued on the St. Petersburg Winter Palace year after year.
The seemingly endless project was colossal!
Her execution free tenure was otherwise mostly docile
Except for THOSE nocturnal intruders not so benign.
All the constant construction could not hide an air of chaos and decline.
What was the Empress to do?
Further delays might even victimize Elizabeth with a palace coup?

As a last resort,
Elizabeth sought aid from far off Tatarstan for her beleaguered court!
Even in far away St. Petersburg the legends of the secure city of Kazan flourished.
Prince Oberon and his fleet, brutal hordes were hardly malnourished.
Would they travel to the Winter Palace to carry on a secret night time war?
Empress Elizabeth could no longer the silent invasion to ignore?
Desperate Elizabeth declared total cart blanche for Prince Oberon and his stealthy forces.
Traveling to St. Petersburg in her personal coaches and drawn by her finest, swift royal horses!

Immediately Prince Oberon and his sly cohorts went about their deadly task!
In a 'take no prisoners' atitude they did fervantly bask!
Painstakingly through every door, window, room, and even staircase -
As in a winner take all methodical race!
The legend of Prince Oberon grew and grew!
Some say adding the secret title of 'Field Marshall' too?
Decendants of Prince Oberon still patrol the Winter Palace night and day!
Very few rats and mice survive to this very day for the Kazan felines as prey!