TheWalrus0

I've got a severe issue, my friend, If you've got some time to spend, for it's a delicate matter to tend! Well it started, you see, With a lovely banshee, Trailing and wailing behind me. It wasn't my death she was warning, Thank heavens! Instead it was a lady in mourning. She was weeping and crying, Singing and sighing, As the banshee foresaw she was dying. By the time I reached the mistress, She was in far too much distress, I took some care not to depress, As to what ailed her, I could only guess. Her soul slipped gracefully away, But left a pretty corpse to stay, Though her skin was turning grey, Smitten I was, I'm afrai

"Pray for it again," Said my demon friend, As he bared his hand towards me to lend, A help to meet my bitter end, Into Hell far from Heaven, where I had hoped to ascend. "Don't worry my pet, For your life's not done yet, There's a thousand fires and more to set, If you'll only not worry, my pet." So I shut my mouth and closed my eyes, And left my soul to the Devil's lies. This demon stayed right by side, While we caught up with Satan's stride. He glanced at me with a passing huff, And said, "I don't think she's got the stuff." The demon waved his clawed little hands, And said with a squeak, "She'll do fine with the fans." Sa

I took a look inside your dimension, And it was strange to see only tension. Inside your sad little world I claimed, The life of three beasts whose fur is now stained. From your awful planet I fled, Holding the beasts above my head. Outside your dimension I've chanced to crawl, Forgetting the sound of death's screeching squall, I carried the beasts into the hall, The hall of living breathing Grigorgalls, The giant people of the rocky halls. Inside these tallest halls of stone, I pulled the beasts up to his throne, The meanest manliest king stood alone, And glared down to me from the throne. "WHO DARES STEP FOOT IN MY HALL OF M