Reckoning of the Bakers 

Oh, but for taste, in darkened hour

A cake be churned, filled with blue flour

Blend love’s lost light and pinch of despair

Azure smoke plumes shall harness the air

With a leaf of black licorice grief

We fly to the mount of insanity

Do or die, laugh to cry

All toil is the putrescence of vanity

A quickened haste of running woes

Don’t forget the Ogre’s toes

All be it said, he was our friend

But he knew he would get it in the end

The tree’s pitch sap, bled in a snap

Incantations called up for vile potion

Elation pent up, can’t wait to sup

Under skies of bent, frenzied emotion

These chores of gore, from sorrows pour

Only half-known, comes sure horror

“Mercy“ is begged, but unheeded

By the slaying for blue blood excreted

From the Tower in this hour

Lives of leisure and those cower

Time draws near, and soils need raking

Rise the tone of their cries

‘Neath the grief stricken skies

For the morbid and ashen souls making

For we steal, not borrow, in baking

We bide the squeal of the lives that we’ve taken

Who will answer for spreading blue cancer

The faeries black licorice for dancers

Any icy-hot stake of blood’s berry cake

And of prayers rise long-waited answers

Chasing black wind, behind foe comes friend

 On wings of Light’s flaming spire

The bright pennons spread, reviving the dead

From dark side of moon, faeries impugned

Nothing left of black heart’s desire

Reserved to Gehenna’s hot fire