#poem... kinda

[abirdssong]

An unearthly choir calls by name those who must quench an ever growing thirst.

Mother's arms open, fingers outstretched- "no need to try, I love you at your worst."

Light shines within the golden dome, though the riches inside are spitefully cursed.

Before the illusion lies a gate of countless sharp pearls you must enter first.

Now into the abyss, you'll fall headfirst.

[abirdssong]

He stays hidden beyond our reach

Slimy, pale, with a jackal's grin

He pulls the strings behind the scenes

Controls their corpses from within

Their dead dark eyes hide naught but lies

Unbridled rage his constant sin

Gruesome puppets perform a play

He knows he'll burn- his time wears thin.