Hey Little mice, wrap yourselves up warm
come to my house and be safe from the storm...

As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry...

Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...

Phone me up and threaten me
and weave your evil threats...

Crash of sea against the shore
reminds me of times gone by...

The moon is high, on velvet skies,
As I stand here, in wolf like guise...

In the mirror
a place time forgot...

A Sonnet is quite tough for me to grasp
Though rhyme emits from me with silky ease...

I would fly along with sparrows,
mirror the sharp turns of the fish...

On a mission, to lose weight
but my will is weak indeed...

A quick one stop solution
with life's longevity to pay...

Black Jack is a betting man
he's a card shark if you will...