Curse is he dare speak of me
take no foolishness dare breathe in see
sight of lifeless eyes I give,
and touch not what is my love
banish life, twist my marrow,
and off with me and fine fellow!
Don’t dare utter words of harsh
tell all never speak of me again,
and cut me for what I not am.
I bleed the scars of all, damned.
Teachings give to those in need
double-cross none and bow in honor,
and never silence the sick in dying,
always give the one hiding
to feel feelings of respect.
Caution them against your twin brother
curse is he dare he speak,
grown old, bitter, and weak
alone in eyes cold with anger,
and throne shredded beneath him, cringe
never speak such sputtered words again,
in a manner unpleasant to those around he!
Curse is he dare speak of you
utter idioms vile, crude
snack viciously upon delicate skins,
and torn through everyone come in contact with.
Banished for forever feasting
is he, the one, beginning, weakening.