Send Not Great Warriors To My Lasting Feast

Send Not Great Warriors To My Lasting Feast I fear not the cracks in these ancient walls for all the better to sharpen my claws, and unleash that grimace eating my soul that painful relish, making me whole; Send not great warriors to my lasting feast, as night-winds engulf the wicked East Death sings itself into another long dance and all bloodied I wake from another trance! Aye! I fear not that familiar putrid smell washing up from wide opened gates of Hell within this blackened and ungodly evil place, seething mist stinging bitterly my wicked face; And the she-beast roaring its power to remain for its mother was the beast that did reign In our castle and its hidden torture stalls heeding every whim of the monster nightly calls! Nay, tis' not fear that drives my need for Hell but pride of power and birth, my need to tell, for I, the coming dark lord will soon replace, she that grows old and weak, now a disgrace; Time tells me to kill with my first great roar that monster which shall be my greatest score Such cracks serve to give me a much sharper edge she dies tonight, thrown over the abyss's ledge! Send not great warriors to my lasting feast, as night-winds engulf the wicked East Death sings itself into another long dance and all bloodied I wake from another trance! R.J. Lindley Aug.23rd 1975