Throwing fireballs from broken fists,
Destroying all who feed the mist.
The necromancers raise the dead,
as guilds of pyros burn them red.
breathe in deep, the dragons breath,
it tastes so sweet, hold in the scent.
Let the high control your head,
then feast upon the naked flesh.
Indulge in all the sweaty sex,
with kings and queens and princesses.
Then later on we all will toast,
before feeding on endless roasts.
And goat cheeses and pumpkin pies,
then blow it up into to the skies.
We’ll celebrate for those who died.
and drink until we feel alive.
Copyright © Tony Brady | Year Posted 2017
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