He dances in the dark he does
Like the ravens coming to peck the door. To only call out to Eleanor. Peck Peck Peck. Just once more. Peck Peck Peck And has he crossed the other side of pond? Her mind ponders lost in the insanity with in. as her ears wait listening to their beaks Peck Peck Peck at the door.No this can not be!! My mind can take no more. So many years who knows what all he could have done. Then again on the side of the waters their are many more just like him. So many would rise to follow. Sons and daughters a like. Who enjoy that rare music he does. That muse so few even know. In the land of many Old Kingdoms. Now tied together. With the blood stained chains of the past. They are now one at last. Tisk Tisk Tisk who are these names that escape his lips? And who was this one who slain for pleasure? To only leave him with such bitter pain? As if handing out death. Was giving mortals a secret treasure.
Ravens wings expand. As now these words shall pass from ones lips to another ears. Until those who knew him once again all appear. They may attempt to poke my eye sockets out. But no less my sight they shall never take. For its not my eyes that just see. But my mind with in me. But now I can no longer go by horse and buggy. Its a ship I will need. With plenty of sailors to eat. Claps her hands. Oh how fun and neat.
Oh the waves they rock me back and forth. Back and forth. Were are the others? Where may they be? For soon we shall rule sea to shining sea. Come will you now. Come now I say. For we do not have all day.
Their wings flap up and down flap flap flap they do. As they now have set their sights on you.
Their wings flap up and down Flap Flap Flap they do.
Soon no matter if your daddy or not. They will come for you.
So pretty and painted you are. Like someone feed you one too many mushrooms. Just a little past noon. No matter if your daddy or not. They soon for come for you. Like a clap of thunder echoing through the valley. They soon for come and consume your beauty. Outer and inner both. Seeing your painted so pretty.
Whispers and words take time to spread. But not many more moons. Before they are all to hear about you. Just wait and see. As they rise from ashes. Like hordes of mice who are feeding with in trash bends. Poking their little heads. To take a gander. And wonder if your really you. Or just another here to slander.
Wait and see just wait and see. Mark my words they shall come for you. One by one to see. If you are in fact who you claim to be. Shame if you do not turn out to be. Since his destiny might be more than you can may partake in. For this world is only his to take.