taking a horn from a goat-like beast,
then taking the wing of a bat from the east,
scaled skin added of a serpents fin,
a blood of dark from a fairy slipped in,
the strength and ability of a monkeys tail,
with hands of a dragons long sharp nail,
burning fires of the deepest pit,
and the pains of humans held in it,
combined through magic to make it new,
the flames rise up making lava spew,
burning the creators and slaves around,
turning the mud into a dry dark ground,
consuming all around into the fires burn,
pain and suffering begins to turn,
the first demon rises from the ashes dust,
for a possession of all is built inside he must.

the tape showed a figure watching from far,
distorted and fuzzy in darkness near a car,
the woman walked with high heels passing by,
as the figure followed as if floating in the sky,
a bright pulse of light flashed on the cameras lens,
which could have been the headlight of a turning mercedes benz,
but the next morning a discovery was made,
stabbed deep inside the chest with a blade,
looking down at the murder scene in morning light,
having no chance to put up a fight,
the shadowed figure lays dead in the street,
as the detective shadowed police begin to eat,
consuming his body then gathering memories in mind,
they feel the presence of the high heeled woman behind,
holding a sword she pushed it deep into his chest,
killing him quickly like being possessed,
finding this normal human killer on the run,
being an apparition that killed this one,
a search begins for something they don't understand,
as the shadowed detective looks at a photo in his hand,
after years of looking he never solves this case,
an unsolved mystery with evidence he cannot trace.

Her hair is long with curls of dark grey,
with hands almost bone smoothing the clay,
wrinkled skin creates a shape of perfection in mud,
turning to take a knife and add her own blood,
filling the inside then sealing the hole,
casting a spell to transfer her soul,
entering the clay as it pulls her in,
changing from mud into smooth perfect skin,
opening her eyes to see clearly ahead,
her old body sitting there showing her dead,
the transfer complete with all parts working great,
a younger woman ready to go on her 2nd date,
trying to find a dress that no longer fits,
and now her bra too big for her tits,
while looking around a knock on the door,
freezing in position while searching on the floor,
he pauses for a moment with flowers in hand,
she turns to look at him hoping he will understand,
telling him the story which he may not believe,
knowing shes a witch and this was to easy to achieve,
but his concern is not that which would appear to be,
as he points to the part which is easy to see,
she forgot to sculpt a vital part for their fun,
and this is a spell that cannot be redone.

I keep thinking about talking to you,
but i don't know what i want to say too,
seeing a name flash by my vision,
this shouldn't be such a hard decision,
i could just say Hi and start a conversation,
but my first act needs a standing ovation,
to say something witty or deep in emotion,
to never disappoint to keep the same talented motion,
but then i get stuck and can't keep the performance in tune,
a fear i have inside to become boring soon,
maybe it will fade and the talents will cease,
the engine that drove it will run out of grease,
a hope you will all remember the words from me,
and a hope that you kept them to go back and see.

The phone rang constantly for hours on end,
supporting the needy and ignoring one friend,
later rang back but the line was busy too,
they rang again when sitting on the loo,
through the day talking on the phone,
for a moment there it was as if being alone,
decide to ring that friend but getting a sore throat,
they were unavailable so their receptionist left a note,
by the end of that busy long bright sunny day,
eventually getting to speak to the friend gone astray,
finding nothing to talk about as tiredness takes hold,
they fall asleep on the phone after not much was told.

He ran from them as quick as he could,
turning back to save her a thought of he should,
but the fear was something he couldn't face,
then with thoughts of her in his embrace,
stopping on the track as they catch up to him,
with the light of the day beginning to dim,
glowing eyes of light behind faces of dark skin,
a group of too many for him to make a win,
but the love in his heart takes hold of his soul,
reaching his hand and kicking one into a deep hole,
the others move back as he growls loudest of all,
showing his muscles to seem more tall,
the others have fear of him breaking their backs,
as he moves closer beginning his attacks,
their fear becomes a reality as he breaks them fast,
killing them quickly until there is one last,
the smallest of all begins to run away,
as he lets it go to fight another day,
returning to his love capture by them before,
as he opens the cage to completely love and adore.

the judgement happened with a hammer fall,
as he stood there trying to feel small,
guilty they said before this moment of guilt,
before that the compounding case was built,
locked in cuffs backwards to the cell,
feeling the sadness in echoes of jail hell,
the door unlocks moving back to getting caught,
reversing time to every ounce he fought,
returning to the moment where he could stop,
time moves forwards again as he entered the shop,
holding a gun willing to steal from this store,
changing his future he knows from before,
he turns around and walks outside,
knowing he doesn't need money to make her his bride.

Bubbling potions flow over the sides,
to the bench where the pet resides,
the scientist laughs while mixing a drink,
with a formula in it to make his brain think,
calculations and sums flow across his sight,
as he thinks of new things through the night,
awakening in the morning a pulsing brain in his head,
finding his pet animals laying there dead,
taking the pet and crying out his goggled eyes,
the thoughts of his brain giving him a surprise,
taking the lifeless body of his beloved pet,
hooking it up and soaking it wet,
mixing the potions to bring him back from death,
the scientist adds the last part from his own breath,
looking down with a tear still building to drop,
his pet moves suddenly and leaps with a hop,
the scientist excited passes out from the stress,
knocking his potions over and making a mess,
awakening in the evening with his smaller brain,
and a hangover he got with a headache of pain,
seeing his pet jumping around the lab,
he reaches the bench with a glove to grab,
lifting himself up to find all broken viles,
never minding his lost formula as his pet is back with smiles.

floating leaf glide across the lake,
touching water with a ripple to make,
floating leaf sticks to the water top,
with sprinkles of rain to each drop,
floating leaf sinks down into the deep,
passing other plants declining steep,
leaf touches bottom with currents push,
over the waterfall with a constant whoosh,
floating leaf again soars over the land,
winds blowing hard of more to withstand,
floating leaf crosses a meadow of flowers red,
touching ground in a damp creek bed,
stem stabbed deep into the mud so pure,
until a cow dumps a load of its manure,
fertilized with food and water to drink,
another tree grows from a combining root link,
spreading leaves to capture the suns bright,
many floating leaves adventure in their own flight.

The cars got pleasure,
the cars got style,
the car goes faster,
across the quarter mile,

the engine rumbles,
the engine turns,
the engine revs,
as out the exhaust burns,

the spinning tires,
the spinning wheels,
the spinning car,
crashing the driver feels,

a total wreck,
a total flip,
a total mess,
a broken back and hip,

the recovery was hard,
the recovery to walk,
the recovery lasted,
8 months later he begins to talk,

so fast he lives,
so fast he drives,
so fast he stopped,
now he slowly survives.