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.