Dark Red

Don't mention the name in vain if you value your life there's an angry mob on the loose and they need no excuse for abuse of a goose named Red He may be a slayer within his own head but you're being unkind Michael... said the Barrister's Wife for he carries no knife if you value your life you'll withdraw and leave the eclectic alone. For they speak of atrocities long since gone not attractive to some but his mum though where was he primarily from. A path leering deep in the gully rues his childhood pen as his friends need not frequent and then The city's are spilling with streets not easy to thread where his father would spin on his head for a dollar a time while his mother now bays 'neath a blood stained shoal at last averting her eyes from his craze he's been wearing that beehive for days We're truly amazed he remembered his station so long in the tower he crashed As a rapacious vision surveyed Katherine's gaudy shack in a long black mack and tack to bind the vessel near Foilage irks the diminutive throng who's pursuit is pensive in the stark and mud Then a thud as a body slumps an assailants stump as chaos erupts in the dark their lanterns not aiding the cameraman's plight but Michael will sleep rough tonight The pendulum's set, the terrain is wet, the serpeants awake, he didn't forget now Red's fully equipt to withstand their writ. with a barrel of ale and a bucket of spit.