GrimSong

Sharper than any
two-edged sword,
a vorpal song of snicker-snack,
whistles past the graveyard tonight.

We all fall down.

Pack a bag and
come out to play.
Bones and bobbins,
leap into the fray.
Glistening, ghoulish, giggling away.

We all fall down.

Everywhere the merry
go trotting
into a fiendish field
for the rotting.
Frolicking, frolicking,
all go a-rollicking.

We all fall down.

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