Ripper

And so they came
Bounding over the hills
None any less with legs of lame
Like deathly reeling will
With many a family
And graceful skittering
They climbed the mountain
All while the rain was pittering
Large and small
They were all
With a venomous blight
Above them all
Always right
The loving mother
With eyes so bright
The patient father
With a wise old might
How they came
With such embrace
The moon in light
And came to place

Kings and Queens
Hosting the ballet
Of beauty and fame
The value of their deadly grace
Came with a speedy pace
Tip and turn
Run and spin
Their dance stranger
With odd old whim
As the bow came to an end
The Queen asked
From when do you buy
Value jewels
Or the sky
They came back
With their treasure
To the King
Above all measure
His youngest daughter

How the family was shocked
Away the skitterers locked
Their fair lovely daughter
Please!
PLEASE!
PLEASE!
Let us take back
But your flesh
And skin
And bone
All of the biomass
We revel in it
Repurpose it
And we do enjoy our task
How our children
Out of yours
We take the mass
With all intake
Out of it
Families we make
And so the King
Ordered his choir
Of canons to sing
In a war of filthy attrition
How the families clashed
The peasants yelled
As raiders burned the their cash

Fifty days
And fifty nights
The sky would not bright
With the skitters willing a blight
The King’s men
Began to advance
The insects died
In a deathly dance
So a lord of the swarm
Who sat down not lot
Decided to take his time
And thought
And thought
And thought
And thought
And thought
And thought
And thought
And thought
And thought
Until with smile
Oh so wicked
Lifted the tail
As it whippet
Yellow witch lights!
Glow!
And round the snow!
I've had most awful idea
We take the bunch
Provide the lunch
While the air turns green
Tiny beasts unseen
Will crawl
And creep
In his sleep
The King will quickly die
So forth march
All hail!
KILL THE PRIMARCH!

White flag waved
And in his glaive
The King sighed relief
As lord bared teeth
In ripping grin
He showed the King the wheat
Food they shared
As tentacled chimneys bare
Their toxic payload
And when treaty left
The King made sleep
With dreams in crest
His head began to rot
His foaming red
As he lost thought

To this day
The swarm lay all cozy in dream
But in the wake
Only death it seems
Bright blue they are
Just like the sky
But ask and with witch in eyes
They will say
Hayho! It's our lucky day!
The OUROBOROS Rises…