We shall live on this hill,

The way you look at me.

Oh it such a thrill,

The way you can never flee.

You turn and tumble,

I watch with deep eyes.

The blazing fire emits a low mumble,

We will never part even if you die.

I hold you hands,

Clasped together with bonds.

You can’t leave; I have plans,

You are trapped under many mauds.

As we inch closer the the fire,

Your face shrinks in realization,

I need this oh-so dire,

I proceed with caution

As you sit in the flame,

Your beautiful skin cooks.

It’s a shame,

I wish you could stayed in your looks.

This new warmth,

It fulfills my hunger.

But for the thenceforth,

I think I’ll look for some more bunters.

But I shall not be sorrow,

I will see you in the end.

Now I will proceed to the morrow,

The symphony of screams now penned.