I see a light creep through an opening,
My whiskers trembling with hope,
Fatigue has it’s fingers wrapped round my bones,
Can’t slip the grip, I want to shatter the curse of the rattler
that has been bestowed on this critter,
I can certainly feel my inner light dwindling,
An Angel fiddling on my shoulder
playing a tune called “just a little farther to go”,
As I crawl into the night, it begins to snow,
The wind whips me harshly, the sky turning dark,
All I see is falling flakes in front of my face,
I stick out my tongue but for the life of me, I can’t taste a thing,
Could this be the death of the King?
Please God, tell me it isn’t but if that’s how the cards lay
then take me away to my home in the heart of the Crescent,
Swing Low Rolling Chariot of Gold,
Behold the most weary soul, oh no,
That you ever did see,
Now the big sleep’s hovering over me,
The C-R-O-N-E vowed she’d keep her word,
I sure hope my leg wasn’t being pulled,
Were eyes covered with wool?
Stella Blue, I implore you,
Is there a field of flora
where I can lay my worried and weary head?
Am I dead? You said I’m Gregree?..
then maybe I should just eat some of my body bread
but it’s feeling crushed like trampled Stella D’oro,
I’m burning up, is this the fever or am I Demon seed, Hell born?
Oh lord, something’s calling my name from under the cellar door,
If I’m ranting and raving, will it save me?
The raven’s face is telling me “nevermore”,
That Crone is one clever whore,
I guess I was just tricked by her eyes,
Now my blood is trickling down,
Could now be my demise?
Swing Low Rolling Chariot of Gold,
Behold the most weary soul, oh no,
That you ever did see,
Now the big sleep’s hovering over me,
The C-R-O-N-E vowed she’d keep her word,
I sure hope my leg wasn’t being pulled,
Were eyes covered with wool?
The Stella Blue turned red as it morphed
into a ruby on the jeweled head of The Crone,
Her throne was the Moon,
She was staring down with beady blazers,
Beaming lasers into my weary soul,
I felt so weak, I could hardly speak but I asked her “Why?”,
She asked “Why what?” and took the Monster’s eyes from my pocket
and said “I see you take no stock in my promise’s validity,
Well, that’s pretty smart and I’m starting to admire you,
You should be thanking me for sparking the Fire in you,
Well, now that you’re through and I got the thing I wanted
and you see you are King Gregree of the Haunted,
I’ll send you into slumber just one more time, so sleep,
May you awake in the land where the sands and brandywine meet”
Swing Low Rolling Chariot of Gold,
Behold the most weary soul, oh no,
That you ever did see,
Now the big sleep’s hovering over me,
The C-R-O-N-E vowed she’d keep her word,
I sure hope my leg wasn’t being pulled,
Were eyes covered with wool?
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