A Warning

Nine lives and a broken heart or two

Was the song that the mocking bird sang

The pain of desire and the heat of the fire,

caused the sound with which the bell rang

The man took the stage

With a bellyful of rage

And proceeded to butcher the corpse

The others laughed to see such fun,

and shone the way with their torch

The witching hour was drawing near,

the Cheshire cat was smiling

The ghouls that rode upon their sticks,

were ducking and were diving

At last the time, the clock struck one

The halls were deathly silent

The beast stirred within the tomb

Now was the time for the violence

Who spoke to the figures by the trees on that night?

Creatures hiding in the shadows, and the smell of the fight

Was still dripping from the leaves with the light of the moon

Overseeing proceedings, dictating the tune

This world is a place where the human race

Can live and can call home

Yet the endless destruction, a lethal concoction

Has dramatically lowered the tone

Copyright © Ian Boyd 2005