A little black kitten
Spawn of witchcraft and Satan
Watches flames flickering
In manmade wax.
He bats at fire
To see if he's invincible
To see if the sorcery protects him.
I can smell the burning wicks.
His whiskers are bent
And his claws are long
And sharpened to fight
Against those who enter his territory.
The witches will protect him
And Satan will welcome him
When he tires of this world.
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
A little black kitten
Spawn of witchcraft and Satan
Watches flames flickering
In manmade wax.
He bats at fire
To see if he's invincible
To see if the sorcery protects him.
I can smell the burning wicks.
His whiskers are bent
And his claws are long
And sharpened to fight
Against those who enter his territory.
The witches will protect him
And Satan will welcome him
When he tires of this world.