Ay, this one's pretty weird! I wrote it at 3 AM.
Some people hear me snorting like a pig,
others see me flying like a bat.
Some sense me in the shadows like a cat,
or think I wear lace collars and a wig.
Some boast they've seen me dance a madcap jig,
or wearing a dark cloak and pointy hat,
or scuttling in the darkness like a rat,
but for those losers I don't care a fig!
It's the unbelievers, I won't lie,
I want. With them I paint the whole town red,
I spin them round. They hear my fiddle sob.
They tremble every time I cast the die.
And when I come, a shadow, to their bed,
their bodies sleep. Their souls are mine to rob.
Last edited by Marion Shore; 04-23-2012 at 11:21 AM.
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