Kingdom of Glass

The raven comes, the rave goes
Whence, to where, nobody knows
In his eyes, there is a tale
In his claws, an olive branch
There’s a blizzard coming, a mighty avalanche
It was a spray of fine mist of truth and deceit
Covering your body with icy sleet
Through the ice, comes the Great White Whale
Rising and falling through the gale
It will swallow the earth when it open its mouth
No one will be saved, north, west or south
And the easterners will be the last to go
Chanting together as they marching to the fire below
The flame of the infernal will be left behind
As through the depths, we wind.
At the first door, there’s a little monkey that sings
At the second door, a Persian cat with wings
When you get to the third, forget all you’ve heard
Just listen to the raven’s word
He will tell you a secret, with in which, is a clue
Listen carefully, here’s what you must do.
Take a wine and an oath covered with grave
‘Neath the dead buried body, men go away.
Down past the rabbit holes, past the wombat’s ditch
Into the clearing of the great white witch
She has no cauldron, she has no broom.
She’ll make you a bed in memories' will
She will tie you to the bedpost, blindfolded and bare
Tuck you in with an old beggar, and a blind albino hare.
The devil will come, with his six metal frame
You will know they are approaching, when he whispers your name
Try to ignore him, try to shut him out
As he prowls around you, up goes a shout
The heat of femur, you will know pain.
He will call you again, and again.
And unearthly fire will burn in your gut
I will fill you with longing, but keep your mind shut.
He will sing to you a haunting melody
He’ll spoon you fruity syrup, and bounce you on his knees.
While his servants, so vile, they’ll do a pyre
and shape shifts, from zealots to field of desire
Amongst the naked and the dead, your mind will be lost
Hold on to your soul, no matter the cost
He can take all you have, but not the song of your souls
For even the devil, cannot reach into that hole
He will smile, and he will dance
heel to toe, and he will dance
He’ll impale your wretched body on his mighty lance
He will take the form of lovers, on his graves he has sworn
He’ll embody every fantasy that you ever know.
He will beg for your touch, he’ll cry with desire
He’ll fill your dead lung, with cold, cold fire
You will be mightied, You will be overcome
Your thoughts will be frozen, your soul will be none
But hold on, this might be pass.
When morning comes
You will enter the Kingdom of Glass