The Grim

Come, yea youngsters
Come and warm yourselves,
By the ice cold flames
Of my sapphire hearth

For the chilling rain pours
And the mourning winds howl
In the dead dark of night
Enter my humble abode, my domain

Take your fill of drink
Liquid sweet fire on rocks
Come sit in a circle
And speak of your fears

I’ll smile at your monsters
Exalt in your nightmares
And from my sincere yellow-toothed grin
You will take comfort and peace

For none of your most obscene plights
Could match the tall tales I’ll tell tonight
And blood and filth and sex and gore
Shall teach you the true face of horror

And as you leave with feasted eyes
Take note of my satisfied slumber
For I have been well fed, hunger and thirst quenched
And shall thrive on the weakness that your minds left behind