The Queen’s dinner guest
by cricketjeff on August 26, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
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So sad the eyes that stare back at my own
And yet your flesh was sweet on which to dine
You know that life is only yours on loan
All mortal fools should know that they are mine
I like to keep the heads so I can see
The final look of fear on those I killed
The terrors of the men that I set free
The memory of pain as life was spilled
This helpless wretch appeared to pledge his love
He thought that I would look on such a worm
I strung his feet from sturdy beams above
And sliced his flesh to watch the dullard squirm
I’ll take his head to bed to feed my dreams
They’ll fill with all the pleasure of his screams
Author notes
Yes, a little OTT for me I fancy [Posts%20by%20cricketjeff%203_files/happy.gif]
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