The Orphers' Inferno

Two true taboo nocturnal friends Bedeviling the vernal places; Un-men unto un-town's undead ends, Under wrinks in mansworld's faces; Take care me boys, wear Wolfrat clothes - Make sure you're tooled - tooths fully bloodied? Put yer foot in ther gutter that 'Overworld' loathes, Splosh mirror truths Ministers muddied. Rah, in the street-wright night-boy club! Be prey, but with Lionheart essence! The hungry punk-hunt shade that coin-eye pub; Beware those sado-mermaid's fluorescence! Beware those sirens, strident scribes, Evade the Lamp-rayed Hag of Hoar! Abhor the barb'ry boo's of the Boozeblooded Tribes, Fear the Head-Rider's ritual roar! And hide from those trackening opal eyes, through which blind the Lopeful Coghagi pries - You must weather the trail of the Bufferjudge Snail, Whose pregnant tongue licked dead your railbridge braille. * Go, but beware every towner! fearless be, me boys! Your game plays real monsters, that dread light-world's lost toys. Go, snuck under covers, worlds without Mothers, going down, Below bewildered barrowers in semi-detached mounds - Over crows' roads, to ausider's ground To un-town's electrical woods To the alleycaves icebound ancestor's found Where Messy-'A's were named in saints hoods. In those estates of homeless air, Cracktheadrals of drizzle in stars, Go, urchins - nuke town to show you are there, Re-score the old world's oldest scars! Bring plaster peace, scrawl boundaries, Two Pilgrim imps watch n sign posts - Dripped under zipped walls of all crawling sundries, Crossing the Freightmines of neon-roped ghosts. With your chats, plans, laughs, paths run, Why do it, ink 'round them Weird Wenders? You scorned ghouls fly there for glorious fun As humans - not those over-town pretenders. Then, minxing in, to light world Where un-town and-town blend Hide your goblin masks, your darkness of pens - And part home with big hugs, as any-world friends.