Demon Dance
Background by Jonathan Earl bowser
It's RAW, It's Mean,
It's a Rat-tat-tat-tat Tune
4 o'clock in the afternoon.
Stormy time, harpies, loons.
Lightening strikes.
Ka bang! Ka boom!
Rat-tat-tat pitch forks that
scratch their tines
on each others back.
Rat-tat-tat hours fly by
from 4 to 12 in the midnight sky.
Snap, snap, snap fingers that
crack their bones in this habitat.
Keeping rhythm with the slide trombone,
crones are chanting, droning
"least we's not alone."
Clap, clap, clap! No end to that.
Hungry, empty, tummies seeking prey.
Looking for a full meal on a stormy day.
Mad as hatters, Nothing matters
But skulls and bones and empty platters.
Scratch, scratch, scratch do you hear that?
Goblins, vampires, zombies, cats?
Banshees wailing a mournful tune
screaming "We don't want to live here
to the crescent moon."
Rat-tat-tat No End to that
Something is stirring something into boiling vats.
Werewolfies screechin' at the wretched trolls!
Vampires hollerin' we want your souls!
It's raw, it's mean,
it's the demon scene.
Everybody groovin', movin' on the ground.
Bats are beating wings,
hanging upside down.
Scratch, scratch, scratch no end to that!
Bang, Bang, Bang Up, Ka boom, Erupt
Fangs all dripping in the demon's cup.
Or jumping, jimmie jivin' to the demons dance.
Orcs panting, prancing eating big red ants.
Ogres are skipping to the griffons chants.
Snarling, growling, howling, drooling lips
things crawling up the fingertips.
Tails are swishing, swing and sway
beating a rhythm only they can play.
Demons dance in their demon home.
Demons prancing up the stairs of stone.
Hooves are rapping with their cloven fists.
Toothy grins, grisly squawks and toesies squish.
Nails gripping, ripping open, prickling sharp.
Slashing is the finest of the demons art.
Crows and Vultures flex and stretch their toes.
Talons Clawing, Pawing, birdie power shows.
Cawing speaks, Pecking beaks
Several slits of eyes staring,
they don't blink.
Black, or amber, orange, red
bloods their favorite color wrapped up in dread!
Rat-tat-tat pitchforks that scratch their tunes
'neath a blood red moon.
Fire higher, sweat, perspire
ravens'es, cravens'es, crawlies, trolls
darks or reds, hot blooded, cold.
Veins of ice, 3 heads is nice.
Eye's is of all sizes
wink and bug out twice.
Thump, thump, bump, bump, grind and grunt.
Drumming to the humming of the xylophone.
Or jumping, jimmie jivin' to the maggots moan.
We's Two stepping here on burning coals
hot tootsies, paws, claws,
hooves and pointy toes.
Scratch, Scratch, Scratching
to the Demon's Dance.
Voodoo-ing, boo-booing
give it half a chance.
And you might grab a pitch fork
and prance along.
Sass shaying, hip swaying,
to The Demon Song!
Just a Rat-tat-tatting to it all night long!
March 24, 2000
By Lady LaMythica
The music you are listening to is The Demons Seldom Sleep by Matthew J Jordan
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