True Sorcerer's Brew

In me stew
A True Sorcerer's Brew.
One skull or two
The blood of a few.

The team is all here.
We've come far and near.
Feasting on fears.
A riot their tears.

In this game that we play
Souls we've long since signed away.
Corpses now - we plan to stay
Come of night or come by day.

Drink up Life forces taken sad lost Souls.
Sweet juices pouring from our gaping holes.
Take a sip of me porridge if ye be bold.
Our side is the best so I've been told.

Appearances can deliver - quite the fright.
Entranced by me hair - stark as is white.
Designed and disgused as if seeing the Light.
Drained of your essence and your will to fight.

Now you are mine.
A new dull to your shine.
Dipped into this brine
Your Soul tastes Divine.

As you cry for the human life that you left behind.

~Introverted Sage~