A Poetry Threesome

Let Him Dig One Up

Under the haze and gloom you can see him digging in the light of the
moon. Looking for his lost soulmate.
No graveyard he frequents. He has no set sequence. He simply follows his
bird of prey.
When he finds her in her coffin, he'll join with her often. And remind
her of her duties as a bride!


Holy smoke

Load the sweet leaf inside, fire it up and burn it alive.
The feeling I get I could never describe. This blessing from heaven, to me is
more precious than gold.
After lighting it, simply inhale and hold. Tranquilty and bliss. This
feeling I always miss. When I habe none of which to partake.
Let's make no mistake when choosing which one to take. The greener the better,
follow my advice to the letter. And ye shall never go wrong!


The Wizard

When the wizard walks by, all wither and die. Beware this necromancer!
In the light of the moon you can her him stirring his spoon. On his cauldren
he endlessly toils.
On human brains he feasts, and drinks the blood of beasts. As he wanders the
forest and mountains.
Every village in his wake, make no mistake. No one ever lives to tell his
tale of terror!