Bat Wings

I awoke one morning

With Batwings on my ears

Did I incant insanely

To make them appear?

They looked so ugly

Oh dear what a sight

And I’ve always been fearful

Of things of the night

I fell on my knees

With tears in my eyes

And I prayed and beseeched

That away they would fly

So imagine my joy

When the very next day

The pleading had worked

Batwings gone away

Yet it got me to thinking

There was something I lacked

And in that precise moment

I wanted them back

I want to be noticed

I want to stand proud

With bat wings on my ears

I stood out from the crowd

I wished down in the deep well

And up fountains head

I made a pentangle

I implored the dead

I prayed to the saints

The sinners and cursed

I asked of Nick’s demons

The worst of the worst

After seven long years

When all hope had gone

I woke up this morning

With a boil on my bum!

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