The Curse

Come walk through these hallowed halls

'Neath dead trees and hungry birds

Here, this language acts as walls

A combination of deathly words

From these lines of wretched speech

I forthwith bestow upon you a curse

That will drain you of spirits like a leech

With malicious intent and yet even worse

It will gnaw and claw at your little toe

Slither and slime up your innocent thigh

From there this plague will grow and grow

Twist your innards till you beg to die

But the horrors are only in the first act

And this show has a dreadful, terrible end

This awful curse has much more tact

Then the common cold, a veritable friend

You'll lose your sight and then your touch

Your ears will falter and then your smell

You'll be screaming that this is just too much

But the terrors are bound to drag you to hell

Because then you lose your voice

And you can't even call for help

As evil things gather and rejoice

Laughing at the pitiful whelp

So you lay in total isolation

Accompanied only by crawling creatures

This is the all too perfect damnation

This is the curse's prominent features

So save the words well

Seek the perfect day

The perfect person to sell

Their precious soul away