[poem] Cryptic
Let's dance and sing in the boneyard
While all the skeletons play
And the goblins keep time by chanting bad rhyme
Until the coming of day
I'll declare my love in the graveyard
To the queen of the undying dead
While she rips apart my still-beating heart
And the blood of it tints her lips red
Come sing! There's great fun in the graveyard
With the king of the faeries and fae
Will you not take a chance with the lord of the dance
Or if not, you have only to say
I've bled myself dry in the boneyard
Ghouls drinking my spirit like wine
I'm used like a tool while I hang like a fool
So the white of my bones will then shine.