The Lecaviers

On a night of glarmy and wainring,
Two sisters sit, drurping merrily;
Insanity slowly draining,
While hate consumes and burns hafrily.

"Be wary of the lecaviers!
The lips that lie and words that deceive!
They're beauty out and ugly piers,
Takes those naive and once deadened, leave."

With unsheathed dagger and empty scabbard,
Eyes of burning insanity search.
Through a maze of punthels, no sound was heard,
But the galunthers that slowly lurch.

With no loss of faith, only of mind,
Lecavier in sight, blonde hair, blue eyes.
Being not duped by the seeming kind,
She holds her dirk, not fooled by flasies.

"Damnation comes; suffer me no more!"
With daiker readied, she lunges forth.
Lecavier's deadly pheons thraur,
Yet she chokes on her blood with no consort.

Her face frozen in consternation,
Our winner laughs insanely, proful.
She glances to sister for sanction,
As she drinks her foe's blood, a cupful.

On a night of glarmy and wainring,
Two sisters sit, drurping merrily;
Insanity slowly draining,
While hate consumes and burns hafrily.