I took the ancient path
Between the towers of sand
I came upon the portal to
The Dismal Land
The gatekeeper would not accept
My severed hand
It's two AM
There's rain on the window
Outside a woman weeps
The singing spires are crimson in
The rosy dawn
The angry priesthood lie in wait
Their daggers drawn
I speak the word, their anger melts
They turn to stone
Outside some boys
Are torturing
A tabby cat with knives and sticks
The demon queen torments her rivals
Through their dreams
Her functionaries orchestrate
The lurid scenes
Their nights are filled with flutterings
And moans and screams
The early morning's
Grainy light
Reveals the uncollected bins
He tugs his beard, he licks his lips
His scheme's in place
His golem army subjugates
The human race
He'll rule forever, clad in velveteen
And lace
They smash the door, they tie my hands
They send me to
A foreign land
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