It was Sunday, but he had to work, was such a chore, sort of a bore, how do you hunt a boar, I wouldn`t know, maybe a deer, follow a trail, a scent left behind, a hunter and his rhymes,

　　Anyways, one day the poet died, I cried and cried and cried, I made a deal with the devil, to resurrect his life, I paid the price thirty thousand times, and god said it was okay, I`ll pay, I know you couldn`t live, without sin, without the play, the beginning of the day, and the vampire travelled down, his hands, following the treasure, to that sweet girl, ruffle her feathers, unsettle her, she`s going for a ride, let me just glide, my hand down, have some fun, anyways the heat is here, and we`re ready, to let the ritual begin, and a third thing echoed out, the lady crosses her hands and bends, please, she says, I need a friend, a warm, wet, cozy time, how much can you spend, enough, to see what`s beneath this blouse, would you give me a lifetime, this is where the poet died, because, a gash opened up, he had to fill it up, what, where am I, what did I do this time, its cool, you were just finishing a rhyme, would you give it up, fall in, just for a brunette, some smoke, some privacy, a lazy, sweaty, Saturday, where`s my identity, someone get that thing working, I need some cover, and a shower, from all this grime, the poet is running out of rhymes, anyways, he ran away, he says, you`ll see me Saturday, today is Monday, the work has just begun.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.