Foreboding, pick me up before drowning
I will prepare a feast
For the devil's advocate
Hunt deep in the dark forest
To capture a beast to be bled , kosher
Roast with Indian spices and be served
Be served with beer jugs full to the brim
I will host the storm that cometh
And welcome him with expectation
Lay a banquet in his honour
Today we will dance with the spirits
Of our ancient blood line
And ghosts of haunt will be silence
Fearful of the drum roll played
In anticipation of the wild sparkles that impact
I will not go lying down
Not like a possum playing dead
My blood boils into acid
Freshly squeezed
Awaiting to quench the thirst
Of dark dragons, snatchers of dreams
Tables are set, the feast is served, laid
Know my blood boils, caution it's hot
Before gauging on my endeavours
