The Spawn of Satan, played his anthem,
He chooses his victims, not the random,
He hymns a lullaby, to spew the venom,
And when conjured, he slays them.
One, two, three, four
He soared to roar, greedy for more.
Five, six, seven
He commissioned the procession.
Then,
He found me as a goat,
Took me to his boat,
He amplified the horror with every note,
And none bailed to vote,
Then I gathered a garotte.
He turned to me, to complete an octave,
When he worshipped his lords,
I pulled his chords,
To end his song.
Because he was wrong.
Christopher over 2 years ago
Nice!
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thank you Christopher!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Love the imagery and the construction, Verity. A wonderful composition! I love the clever way you have woven musical reference into a dramatic tale. One, two, three, four...five, six, seven’...... ‘to complete an octave’... the work of a master! Dada da daaa; dada dadaaa... Great rhymes complement this major work, written perhaps in a minor key. Stanza part among drabbles! Thanks for the musical treat.
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks for the vote Michael!
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thank you Neville. Loved your melodious comment!!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Haha!🎼