Jonathan Ross Poems

The Goblet of Odin privileged to the House of Lucifer
The Renaissance man first enters his castle with a flaming sword
Crafty Satan speaks softly, in the eyes of his opposer
Beaming with his jewels for eyes, 'To me you bore'
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Tuesday's gone and I'm lost in space
I can't see past it's shining red face
Lovers quarrel in the dark night
I cannot comprehend their destined fight
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Late February evening, winter's heart so frisk
No snow on the ground, but we're all with icy souls
He thinks about it all, and decides to take the risk
Gambling with life, his mission and his goals
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A sliver of silver laying on the dunes of the beach
All of them gathered around it, the horsemen, the doctor and priest
When it's midnight glow sparkled into the air, a commotion began
The greed in their eyes as large as can be, they all crafted their own little plan
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