Blood-thirsty dragons in dark caves yawn
Awake at midnight to hunt the sun
Ashes spew as they fly
To bury men in sugar caskets
Horrid sirens the morning sky seize
Awake at dawn to steal first light
Shuttering souls as they sing
To bury men in sugar caskets
Vicious werewolves by bonfire twighlight seize
A hunter impaled on a three-pronged fork
Howling woes as they hunt
To bury men in sugar caskets
(Worcester, MA 2018)
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