Boom, I got your Darkness
Your hand-stabbing ways
That go on for days
No longer impress me, my pet.
You had your chance
To ask me to dance
But we are not waltzing quite yet.
So I’ll scoop her up
That Darkness young pup
And show her the best parts of Hell.
I’ll feed her the soul
Of the big and the small
And we will get on rather well.











