Garnet

Ten times the price of inspiration

When anything could go horribly wrong

Should never give into temptation

And never hear dark Satan's song.

A whisper on the open air

Gave Glory a shot into the night.

A mockingbird's wing, with delicate care,

In fear, the only fear is fright.

Protect me if I fall asleep,

Remember every word I've said.

Along it's web, the widow creeps.

Not quite alive, but nearly dead.

A vultured life of picking things,

Though none of which I truly need,

I now know why the drunkard sings

In hatred of his home, indeed.